Disclaimer: My family just got a new dog that I sorta get to claim, but that's all I got.
A/N: I'm so sorry I have kept you awesome readers waiting so long, work has been really crazy. Without further ado here it finally is. Hope you like it.
An Accidental Pack
The next day started out with a new routine beginning to form to include Derek, the recent addition, into daily life. Derek and Pup woke at about the same time. Kit and Cub refused to budge. Pup seemed to have learned from past experience and left Cub to her beauty rest. However Kit was free game; he tugged on ears, pounced on the fluffy tail and licked the narrow snout until his friend joined him for the day with a grumble. Derek watched the interaction with a smirk noting to himself to never fall asleep when the boys were awake and ready for mischief. Kit apparently had not learned his lesson or just liked to live dangerously; he creeped over silently towards the only feline. Pup sat back seeming to enjoy the show. He caught Derek's eye with his own golden ones, letting them roll in exasperation before winking. Derek turned his eyes back to the stalking fox just in time to see him leap towards his chosen prey. Almost too fast to see Cub came up and deflected Kit midair, sending him sprawling across the floor. With a slight yawn Cub lifted her nose in the air before beginning her morning grooming without a second glance to her slumped over would be assailant.
Derek let out a soft chuckle before questioning the equally laughing Pup, "Do they do this every day?"
Pup nodded while grinning his goofy doggy smile. Kit walked over to them in humiliation after another defeat. Pup nudged him cheerfully when the fox dropped down to the ground and covered his head in despair. He let a sound between a whine and a moan. He stewed in his despair until Derek came over with the newly arrived breakfast. The teen placed the bowl down in front of the covered head with a thud. He waited until the brown eyes peaked out to meet his before sending a down a threatening glare. Kit rolled his eyes but quickly if grudgingly began eating when Derek bared his teeth with a growl.
When the trial that was eating was through Derek settled in for another boring day. However all thoughts of boredom went out of his mind when the static of the speaker system was heard.
"Testing will commence now," The monotone voice informed, "Testing will commence now. Standby."
With a roar Derek raced to the door in a haze of anger, determined to keep all threats from entering. Soon he felt the familiar shock of electricity coursing through his body. Pushing passed the pain as best he could he lunged at the opening door. He felt his shaking clawed hand make contact; he could barely make out a bleeding white coat before his swimming vision blacked out.
He came to with a start looking around he found the room was empty. He let out a bellow before ramming at the door; clawing against its surface. He searched the room in a frenzy; there was no give in the door or walls or anywhere. He paced angrily in front of the door.
"Bring them back!" Derek roared.
This went on for some time. Derek would search the room over for escape until he grew tired. He would then collapse. As he rested and caught his breath he would yell threats and expletives demanding the others' return. He would then pull himself up and pace in front of the door, waiting. Until he would grow impatient and would start seeking a way out as he tore the room apart again. The cycle continued until a hiss in the wall released a gas into the room. He coughed and wheezed until his vision blurred and he falls face down into the unforgiving ground. He faintly heard the door open; it seemed to come from very far away. As the gas cloud cleared so did his vision and lungs. He gasped as he pulled himself up on his knees. Shaking his head to clear out the last of the cobwebs he searched the room on instinct searching for any new threats. His eyes fall on a huddled mass of spotted fur near the sealed door. Not yet fully recovered he crawled over to Cub's side.
Cub seemed dazed; her unfocused eyes stared blankly at the wall. Her pupils were enlarged, looking unnatural in her green eyes. He pulled the vulnerable feline securely into his arms. She stiffened slightly but continued staring into space. Sniffing the back of her neck, he growled when he smelt corruption; strangers, drugs, fear and pain. He pets the spotted fur gently as he spoke reassurances softly to her. It took a while but Cub finally responded relaxing as she purred softly at his touch.
They sit for some time in almost near silence except for soft purring. The only real movement is the hypnotic motion of Derek's hand sliding down the Cub's back. When the door opens again Derek quickly pushed Cub behind him then he charges the door with an inhuman roar. Figures storm into the room wearing what looks like full tactical body armor and helmets brandishing high powered cattle prods. Derek intensifies his attack as they come further into the room carrying a thrashing and distressed Pup. The teen slashes at the men, cutting grooves into the black vests. Pup is dropped to the ground unceremoniously; then the men leave with bursts of electricity as quickly as they arrived.
Pup gained his feet in a rage. Wild eyes darted around the room as he snapped and snarled at any movement. His hair stood on end as he continuously growled. Gone was the humor, playfulness and concern for his fellows. He looked almost rabid. He made a lunge towards Cub before the other werewolf tackled him down. They circled each other with teeth bared. Pup would make a lunge towards Cub and Derek would swat him away. The younger wolf finally deemed Derek the enemy and turned his full attention towards his fellow wolf. He lunged towards the cat once more and in surprise move twisted around and sunk his teeth into Derek's arm. Derek winced in pain but used Pup's inexperience against him. As one arm was being chomped on he used the other to grab Pup by the scruff of his neck, which was left exposed to attack. He watched as the young wolf twisted and growled; trying to bite and get free. His struggles finally began to slow.
"Submit," Derek commanded harshly with a rough shake.
Pup once more went into a frenzy with teeth and claws flashing. Derek could feel blood flowing down his fingers as his new wound began to throb. He gave Pup a couple more hard shakes to get his attention again. Derek brought his unwounded arm up till the gold eyes were level with his blue ones.
"Pup we're not your enemies," He spoke softly, "We're pac...friends."
Their staring contest finally ended when Pup lowered his head with a whine. Derek's arm began to shake under the strain of holding the smaller,but still quite heavy, wolf up for so long. He carefully sat down between the two creatures before he set Pup down in front of him. Pup rolled into a ball of misery whining sadly. Derek eyed him then glanced back at the vigilant but unharmed Cub. He brought his hurt arm up with a hiss, inspecting the damage. A perfect imprint of Pup's mouth covers his forearm. He takes a deep breath before he clenches his teeth tightly together; he uses his other hand to put pressure on the wound. Once the bleeding is slowed almost to a stop he glances down feeling eyes watching him. Pup looks at him with concern and guilt.
"I'll heal," Derek reassured patting the lowered head with a blood stained hand, "But we are going to work on control."
Pup curls into his side in despair. They sit that way for a prolonged amount of time before Cub cautiously joins them. She keeps her distance from the younger wolf settling on Derek's other side; facing Pup head on, keeping an eye out for more trouble. They settle into an almost comfortable silence. Food is brought but nobody has an appetite enough to even bring it over from by the doorway. The sit in a healing huddle waiting for Kit to return to complete their circle. Derek stays alert, comforting the younger two when needed but also keeping watch against new threats. He takes in account the different modes of attacks used and begins to plan a strategy of attack and hopefully escape.
Derek's head shoots up as he hears a noise at the door. It opens slightly and closes so quickly that he has no time to get over to it before it's shut again. Growling at the closed door on principle he makes his way over to Kit, who was shoved into the room in the short time the door was slightly cracked open. The young fox is shaking uncontrollably as he huddles in on himself making soft keening noises. As Derek approaches the trembling mass Kit takes off in a blur curling tightly into one of the room's corners. Derek sighs softly to himself wishing at least some of the day would be easy. Cub and Pup come over and flank either side of him as crouches down and slowly makes his way to the occupied corner. He talks in hushed tones making his way closer stopping occasionally when it looks like Kit is ready to bolt again. It takes time but eventually the three make it over to their final member. Tremors still make their way through the small body but Kit stays where he is when Derek reaches his hand out and lays it gently on his head. Pup cuddles in close occasionally licking his friend. While Cub rubs her head against the dark and silver fur purring softly in comfort. They continue to minister to the young fox until he ceases to tremble in fear. They end up cuddling into a pile again once they are complete, finding comfort in one another.
The final meal of the day is brought but it lays untouched next to the filled lunch time dishes. The lights start to dim as they continue their doggy pile in the corner farthest from the door. They are silent but awake long into the night. Until exhaustion from the day's event finally becomes too much. Heavy eyelids finally fall shut only with the reassurance of being within reach of each other, their pack. An unheard of mismatched pack but it was theirs. They chose it, maybe not consciously but they did choose each other.