Wild Ice

Chapter 2

How they meet

Recently: Sam's family left her. She got some money and a wolf, named Starbuck.

Sam's POV

"Starbuck! Come on!" I yelled. The said wolf came running up to me. It's been a week since my parents left me. And I'm currently sitting by a large pond, tossing rocks.

"We're going to be late..." I mumbled, while running. I was late for a mission. I was running out of breath and soon came to a stop. I have nine more blocks to go, too. I'm fast as a champion runner, but even I can't run that long.

I decided to make myself useful while taking a break. So I went over the mission one more time.

"Shadow-contractor on the lose. Weak, but strong against non-magic users. On Blueberry Street. Robbing people and sleeping in alleyways. Please get rid if him. No killing allowed."

Seems easy enough. I don't have magic, but I'm damn good at fighting without it. Let's just say that all those years of trying to practice magic, paid off. When practicing magic, I also learned how to fight without it.

(AREA OF MISSION) Blueberry Street.-

I arrived at Blueberry Street. And boy was this place rich. The houses were grand, and had big yards. But every house had an alleyway separating them. Just great. Now I need to find him.

Or not.

"Put your hands in the air! Now!" I heard a strict voice. Who did they think they were? The Swat?

I heard clicking, so I guess they had a gun. I put my hands in the air, turning a full circle. I did not expect this. Well, I kinda did. It was the Swat!

There were about twenty of them, and two empty trucks behind them. Then two more pulled up.

Great. Forty of them.

"H-Hey! What's this all about?" I stuttered.

"You're under arrest, bitch. Face it. We tricked you into that mission, Sam." The leader spoke.

"For what?" I silently motioned for Starbuck to calm down, for he was about to attack.

"For murder."

"What? I didn't murder anybody!"

"Tell it to the judge." He spoke.

"Hmph! Fine I will! And when I'm proven innocent, I'll spit in your face!"

"Wait! Your not gonna run?"

"Why would I? That would make it seem like I did kill someone."

"Well, true." He turned his back! Yes!

When he turned back, since his men weren't paying attention, at all, I took my chance. I ran. When he turned back around, I was long gone.

"She escaped! Catch her!"

They all loaded into the truck and sped after me.

Crap. They're catching up to me!

I kept running. Until I came to a forest. Crap. I can't go in the forest either. Starbuck will attract packs of wolves.

It wasn't long before wolves came. They started snarling at me. But Starbuck stood his ground firmly. It was confirmed. He was protecting me, and he wouldn't stop. He's not moving an inch from his spot. But there is so many. About nineteen of them.

"Starbuck..."

An alpha leaded came out. He was all black with red eyes. He looked blood thirsty...

He growled at Starbuck, expecting his to stand down. But he didn't move a muscle. The alpha snapped at Starbuck, drawing blood. He still didn't move. He didn't flinch. He didn't blink. He didn't move. Blood tinkled down his face, over his eye. That's gonna leave a scar. I was backed up against a tree. Starbuck in front of me, with his mind set on protecting me. I trust him. I trust him with my life.

Starbuck moved a leg. Then his other legs. They worked together until he was standing in front of the alpha. He growled so fearsome, the alpha whined and lowered his head. Starbuck bit him in the face, almost tearing out his eye. Every wolf snarled, instead of backing down, which is in their nature. They circled us untill we heard gunshots.

Shit. Have the Swat found us already?

A wolf was shot in the head, making the others run away. Starbuck, in his killing mode, turned his head. He snarled even more fearsome than with the alpha. I calmed him down, telling him it was okay. They walked up to me. Clearly pissed off.

"Samantha! You are a wanted criminal. You ran away. And now your punishment. Death."

He raised his gun, pointing it to my head. I'm not scared to die. What do I have to live for? Then an image struck my head. I know who I have to live for.

Jayce and Starbuck.

I was about to say, 'No, don't shoot. I give in! I give in!'

People behind him tried to stop him, for they had to hear my side of the story. But they were too late, too.

I waited for the gunshot. It came, but I didn't feel it. It felt so close, too.

I opened my eyes, seeing Starbuck sprawled out on the floor, whimpering. He was shot in the leg.

He took the bullet for me. Just like what every dog does.

"STARBUCK!"

And I blacked out.