Hello, I would like to thank you all for being so patient with me. This story I have decided is going to be quite lengthy. All of your suggestions have been fantastic and I have chosen a mate for her a little ways down the road though I warn you, its not who you would really expect.
Aquarius-Otter- you guessed it:)
She drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Dove's brain finally shut down after loss of blood and a pain from the fresh silver wound. There were voices, gathering whispers that surrounded her and glided just out of reach of her consciousness.
The windows of the room were covered with thick and dark drapes and the door was shut; the only light in the room came from the space under the door. Muffled voices were coming from just outside. Dove opened her eyes cautiously, breathing in the scents of the new room. Multiple creatures have been inside of that room recently. There were no blankets on top of her, most likely because of the intense heat of the Tri Cities. She wanted to stand up but there was one problem; there was a Wolf laying across the foot of the bed. Reacting quickly, she attempted to jump out of the bed. However she had no energy to do so, instead she merely jerked and tumbled off the bed to the left.
She landed on the floor with a thud. Feeling sore already, Dove crumbled into a ball and accepted the ground's hard surface. After months of finding places to sleep on the ground, she was used to any and all things uncomfortable. A shiver traveled down her spine; she was utterly defenseless. The Wolf inside pushed her way to the surface with a determined fierceness. Shifting to a more combatant posture (though still remaining on the floor) she glared towards at the animal that sat atop of the bed.
It peered at her with mystic, yellow eyes and even though it was motionless, he seemed to be alert. Dove had never seen another Wolf in true form, curiosity got the best of the young woman and she impulsively gazed into the Beast's eyes. Time seemed to crunch and shatter; looking into the Wolf's eyes was as if Dove discovered the answer to what she is. A powerful and magical voice blissfully surrounded her and immediately comforted the Wolf inside of her.
"You are safe, Singer."
In elementary school, children were taught to not accept any kind of supernatural interaction, that it would lead to trouble. They even went to the lengths of having special classes on avoiding such meetings. She never paid much attention, the inland Northwest isn't exactly the place where fae run- ins' are too frequent. However, this theory was made personal after Dove was Changed.
This was a good voice, the voice of a leader that has flaws but she could sense that both her and the Wolf were protected. She wasn't afraid that it was male, he wouldn't hurt her.
The conversation outside had halted as the ones that were so talkative were now blatantly listening. Dove rolled flat onto her back so that maybe she could leverage herself to at least sit up. Her ribs promptly protested about half way up and she crashed down back to the carpeted floor. There was more damage than originally estimated. She let out a small whimper that she thought sounded like a dog would make. By that time, the Beast was no longer on the bed because he had silently jumped off and was standing only several inches away.
The door abruptly swung open and light quickly illuminated the room. She squinted at the light over head and saw what the darkness concealed. He was beautiful;
The beast had midnight fur that was thin because of the season. It covered a vast majority of his massive body. Everything except for his tail, it looked as if it were dipped into a bucket of white paint. His physique was estranged to Dove, her Wolf for was the size a large Rottweiler but, he was huge! He could probably fit several children on his back and ride them around. She had no doubt that the Beast could kill multiple people at once but for now, he was her protector.
He growled low and menacing at the figures unseen by Dove. He turned to face the people who entered the room and in the process, stepped directly onto her diaphragm, pushing all of the oxygen that was in her body out with a coughing fit. The Beast stopped immediately and crossed the room so he could calm himself. There were three individuals standing close to the door; two men and a woman.
The man in front wasn't very tall but was muscular. He seemed to carry a power similar to the Wolf across the room. A wave of relaxing heat swept around the room like a summer breeze. Dove recognized him from the day before. The woman that stood directly behind him was almost just as tall with a slightly darker complexion. There was something different about her that Dove couldn't place, she had also been at the gas station. But the other man that hid among the shadows of the other two was new. He was quite handsome.
"You were hard to find, Singer." said the man in front. Dove merely blinked at him. Then the memory of Jane reared its ugly head. She jolted up slightly out of her sitting upright position. Within seconds, the Beast and the man from behind the other two were next to her, attempting to assist.
The other man smelt good. Like man and bar food, but another smell lingered nothing that she had ever encountered before. A gentle hand landed on her shoulder but snapped back when the black Wolf bared his fangs and eyed the stranger dangerously. The other man simply stepped away.
"Where is she?" Asked Dove hoarsely. She hadn't spoke to anybody in weeks, her vocal chords needed some work.
"In the basement, resting." Replied the woman who seemed tense. Everyone in the room had moved in the few seconds. Now the Wolf was standing over her with his paws basically in her lap. The Slavic looking man was by the far corner of the bed along with the woman whom Dove assumed that they were a pair. And the other man was standing directly affront of the two; beaming down upon the young woman.
"Singer, my name is Mercy. This is my husband Adam, the gentleman over here is Mike and the Werewolf is Bran." The sentence was stated brashly and swiftly. "It is dire that you inform us of what has happened the past several months." She spoke in a manner that she has dealt with many people; especially ones like her. As Mercy stepped closer, Bran growled. The woman nodded. "First, you need fuel."
"She can't move." The odd smelling man piped up finally. He had a thick Irish accent that sounded if he came straight from Cork. There was an indescribable aura that emanated off him. Mike stood tall and had darker skin but not quite as dark as the other two.
Bran nodded towards Adam.
Adam walked over to Dove and without warning, scooped her up bridle style and carried her down a flight of stairs into a kitchen.
"Werewolves have to eat to live! How are you alive?!" Cried Mercy from behind the refrigerator door.
Shrugging, Dove chewed on a chunk of raw roast beef. She found it distasteful but the Wolf inside was pleased. Eating only sparingly for the past three months was tough but she got by. The moon helped her.
It was about 6:00 in the evening and the sun was still high in the sky but had began to fade. As Dove sat in the alpha of the Columbian Basin pack's kitchen, she noticed that the world had moved on whether she was present or not. Jane and her would have been starting her Senior year in a few short weeks.
It was her fault. Hers alone. One mistake. Just getting into a car with that stupid man had a domino effect.
Jane was in ill condition but with some TLC would heal just fine.
"I've left Marsilla a message along with Stefan, when they awaken will assist with your friend." Said Bran, he saw the concern on her face. He changed after Adam brought her down. Bran was also handsome; young and muscled looking but Dove knew that he was much older than the skin he was wearing. Same for the quiet man in sitting adjacent from Adam. Mike hadn't spoken a word since the bedroom. He just stared.
"What about Kennedy?" Inquired Dove bravely. The room went silent. The scent of anger flooded Dove's nostrils quickly. Bran's face twisted into a scowl and bared his teeth slightly.
"We will take care of him," he growled.
"I've called in the pack, we will have many able bodied people in our arsenal." Said Adam loudly then turned to Mercy "Jessie is at a friends house; I would like for you to leave also. Go to Samuel's. This could get ugly"
"No," replied Mercy simply.
Before Adam could protest, they all heard a thud. Dove was on the ground, hugging herself and hyperventilating. Horrible memories presented themselves in the worst of fashions. She was used to fear but not panic.
She woke up to someone holding her in between their legs, whispering kind words to her.
The sun had set an the battle began.
