Disclaimer – I do not own M7 and if I did the series would still be going strong.

AN: This slash story and contains sex between the various members of M7, and violence some of which is of a sexual nature in the upcoming chapters. I apologise in advance for any spelling and or grammatical mistakes, any reviews are appreciated but flaming will be laughed at and or ignored.

Short Chapter but I'm hoping the next one is a bit longer. Hope everyone is enjoying the Christmas period and looking forward to 2013.

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

The Alpha's Pain:

Chris lay looking at the midnight sky, his whole body was screaming in pain, biting his bottom lip Chris rolled onto his stomach, the rope tied around his hands had come loose with his fall from the tree, he managed to get his hands free, and he worked the noose from around his neck. Taking a deep breath Chris forced himself onto his feet, he did not know how long the three two bloods would be gone, their horses where tied next to Pony, he staggered towards where his clothes and guns where piled. Chris got dressed as quickly as he could, he ignored the blood he could feel slowly leaking from his body, he focused his energy on putting clothes on rather than the bodily fluids leaking from his abused backside.

"Easy boy." Chris voice sounded hoarse to his own ears but Pony stood calmly as he ran a hand down the majestic neck, Chris looked to the other three horses, he would have to sabotage them so that the Carpenters could not follow him, he decided to take one of them with him so that he could ride as hard as he could without exhausting his own mount.

Moving to the strange horse he took out his knife he swiftly cut the girth holding the saddles on the horses, he sliced the leather straps holding the stirrups in place, by the time he was finished he had essentially destroyed the saddles, there was no way they would now stay on the horses backs without some significant repairs being made, he turned to the bridles and also cut them into unusable pieces, he them pointed the two horses in the direction he thought the Carpenter ranch was and smacked them on the rumps, he should have put a bullet in both of them but he could not hurt a horse like that.

He mounted the strange horse and kicked it into a ground eating canter, he wanted to get as far from this camp as possible, Pony followed close the horse wanting to stay as close to him as he could.

"Oh God." Chris moaned as he slowed the heavily snorting horse to a walk, his whole body was screaming, but Chris realised that he could not stop, he took a drink from his canteen forcing himself not to heave as his stomach revolted. He had been travelling for an hour and he had heard no sign of pursuit or howls so he did not think that Abel and his sons had realised that he had escaped yet.

Chris allows the horses to drink from the small river, he knows that Abel and his sons must know he is heading back to Four Corners, but they do not know exactly when he will rejoin the well travelled stage coach trail, or whether he will stay off the normal beaten path.

Chris takes another small drink from the canteen, he knows that he will have to stop soon and attempt to deal with the wounds he has, he thinks that he is still bleeding sluggishly both from the bite wounds and possibly still from his abused backside. Dismounting Chris fought not to moan, as quickly as he could he stripped down and washed away as much of the blood and stuff from his body, the river water is cold but he does not take any notice just scrubbing himself as quickly as he could, he pulls his spare clothes from his saddle bags and after drying himself off he dresses. Feeling somewhat cleaner Chris climbs back onto the horse, he sets off again, going as face as he can even in the darkness, he knows that it will be light soon so he pushes the tired horse on harder, determined to put more distance between him and the wolves.

A howl suddenly sounded out, Chris did not pull his gun he did not pause in his riding, and he simply girded his loins and continued towards the safety of his pack and Four Corners. A second howl still did not make the blond slow his travelling, he listened for the sound of the third howl, which rang out shortly after the second, he realised that he still had a good lead on the now pursuing two bloods.

Abel Carpenter followed the trail the wounded one blood had left, his two sons running behind him, he growled angrily, the man should had died, he should have slowly choked to death, but instead the stubborn man had stolen one of their horses, destroyed their saddles and his and Matthews horses where probably half way back to their ranch home. That meant that his brother would more than likely come after them to make sure everything was alright, they needed to find and deal with Larabee before Caine found them.

Chris pulled the horse to a stop, its flanks where heaving, he understood that he would have to either allow the horse to rest before he drove it into the ground or he would have to swap over to ride Pony, he had hopped to be able to go a bit further before he made the swap but he did not want to permanently damage the animal.

"Here boy Pony." Chris softly called pleased when the stallion immediately responded to his low command. Chris forced himself off the borrowed mount, he looked at the sky seeing that he must have been travelling for at least twelve hours, he had not heard the howls getting closer, he new that Abel would not give up easily, he needed to just take a short rest, he took some of the food that the Sherriff's wife had made him, he made himself eat and drink, before he dealt with the numerous wounds on his body, he was relieved that he was no longer bleeding from anywhere. He sagged against the patient stallion that turned his head and lipped at him gently, rubbing the satin soft nose. "Come on then boy let's go home."

Tying the lead rope to the saddle horn Chris encouraged Pony into a ground eating canter, he decided that he would rejoin the stage coach road, he would hopefully be able to keep ahead of the wolves and if they did catch up with him then he would not let them take him alive again.

Abel came across a river that the speedily travelling Larabee must have crossed, he searched the far bank he could not see where the man had exited, he looked to his two sons, both strong wolves, he decided that they would have to split up to find where Larabee had left the water.

"We need to find out where he came out, you boys go that way." Abel nodded his head in the direction he wanted his sons to go. "I'll go that way howl if you find his trail."

"Yes Pa." Both men immediately took off to do their fathers bidding.

Chris found himself lurching forward onto Pony's neck the majestic horse slowed to a walk sensing his riders exhaustion, Chris groans as he pushes himself upright, he can not stop, if he stops they will catch him. He flinches when he hears a howl, realises that it is much closer than before, Chris digs deep within himself, he clicks his tongue at the horse who is he faithful friend, and Pony obeys and moves off again.

"Matthew you wait for Pa." Michael Carpenter wants to be the one to run down the one blood, he wants to be the one to rip the weaker man's throat out.

"But." Matthew lowers his head as his brother growls, he watches as the wolf bounds away.

Chris can hear his breath panting, he can tell he has a fever, his stomach is roiling and he desperately does not want to vomit but he knows it is going to be inevitable, leaning away from himself he throws up everything that he had forced himself to eat, scowling he wipes a hand across his mouth, he takes a swift drink from his canteen. Freezing he turns his head as he hears a snarl.

Michael Carpenter snarled he could see the man they had been chasing, he was swaying in the saddle, and he felt his muscles bunch underneath him as he picked up speed, his snarls growing more menacing and louder.

The speed in which the blond man drew was like a blur, he aimed and fired his gun, and he then kicked Pony into a canter, not even bothering to check whether his bullet had hit the target he was confident in his own abilities.

The bullet entered the wolf's body causing it to tumble over a high pitched yowl erupting from its throat.

Chris smiled to himself one less wolf he would have to worry about, he could only hope that now Abel and his sons would stop and have to deal with their wounded pack mate so that he could make his escape.

Michael tilted his head back and howled, the pain from the bullet lodged in his shoulder was shear agony he had never felt anything as painful, he heard his father and brothers answering howl, he needed them to be near desperately.

"Pa he shot me." Michael whined, he had shifted back to his human form, he held a hand to his shoulder.

"Damn it." Abel Carpenter wanted to hurt something he glared at his two sons, Matthew was licking his brother and whining, and Michael was almost crying with the pain. How was he meant to get his boy home injured, he snarled, Larabee would pay for this hurt to his family. Maybe not right away but Abel would find him, he would kill him slowly and make what he had put the one blood alpha threw before seem like a picnic to the vengeance he would get.

Chris blinked he rubbed at his eyes, smiling he patted Pony's sweaty neck could see his house, he was safe and now he could get clean and heal up a bit before he faced his pack, he would never tell them what had happened to him, he would not speak of his attack, he just had to stay strong.

"Home boy."