A Son of Wolves

Chapter 13: Extinction

Skye was furious with the human in her midst. He just couldn't wait a minute to let things calm down between them and this she-wolf and come to a peaceful understanding. They could've talked things out. One thing all Alpha's are taught is that all things can come to a peaceful resolution, that war and fighting was not always the answer, try to talk things out before paw and see if there was something that could be done to prevent it. Charlie went against all that; he didn't even let her find out if she could speak, let alone understand English. No, instead he resorted straight to violence and drugging the she-wolf to carry her body back to the car to have her tied to it for the night. Skye was more then happy to sleep in the back of the car amongst the bags, not only was it rather comfy, but she was happy to be away from him. If this she-wolf was a White Wolf,

The next day, that young she-wolf, started to fidget in her sleep. She wasn't dreaming, but waking up. She snapped her eyes open after the last thing she remembers came to her mind, that a human shot her. She raised her head with eyes snapped wide open, she was in front of one of those human machines, but that human wasn't around, she had to get away. She jumped to her paws, ignoring the headache and started to run. She didn't get more then a yard. She was tugged back by something, she couldn't move. She had some harness around her body, attached to some fabricated vine which was tied to the front of the machine. She tried to curse, but soon found her muzzle bound by something else. It was horrid, unnatural, it wasn't comfortable. She couldn't stay here. She pulled and pulled, moving back and first to try and loosen it, little did she know she was only tightening it.

Inside the car, Skye began to feel the car moving, it caused her to wake, thinking Charlie was driving and she began to worry for the she-wolf's safety. She was still attached to the outside? She wasn't inside so she had to be! But was relieved to find Charlie still asleep and the car still in the same spot as the night before. But what was causing it to move? It was then it started to move again as well as a feminine grunting and groaning noise came to her hearing. She was awake. She had to do something before Charlie woke up. She was quick to get up and manoeuvre over the bags with making much of a noise and towards one of the doors. She pulled the handle opened and pushed the door to jump out. Immediately, the car stopped shaking and the groaning stopped. She carefully and quietly shut the door so Charlie wouldn't hear them before she walked around to face the she-wolf. First matter of trust to attend to, friendly greetings. She smiled.

"Good morning." Of course she wasn't greeted with one. Skye doubted she'd even be able to answer with that muzzle around her muzzle. "I'm sorry for what happened to you, trust me, I didn't want him to do that." Still she received glares from her as she sat back down. "I can try to take that off if you want." She added and motioning to the muzzle. "Maybe you can talk to me?" She suggested. She went crossed eyed as she looked down at the thing around her muzzle and placed her paw over it. She wanted it off; she needed to open her jaw. Skye padded towards her, taking it slow and steady as not to spook her. The she-wolf lowered her head to allow Skye to see better, she saw how Charlie put it on; there was a clip of some kind at the back of it behind her head. She found it and gently took it in her mouth and squeezed. It took some effort, but eventually it undid and she stepped back as the she-wolf brushed it off and opened her muzzle to loosen her jaw and stretch off her muscles. "There, I bet that's much better now huh?"

"Pozhaluysta ... YA khochu vernut'sya domoy." (Please…I want to go home.) She said, Skye noticed a pleading tone in her voice.

"I…I don't understand." She said and trying to figure out what she was saying through her body language. "Can you talk English?"

"Me…ahh, home…?" The she-wolf asked and pointing back towards the rocky area they found her. Skye understood now, it seems she had some little knowledge of English.

"You will go home, but we need your help." Skye nodded to her. "Where are you from?" The she-wolf looked surprised, but she understood. "Do you have a name?" Skye asked again. Then she didn't seem to understand, her face turned into that of confusion. So she pointed to herself. "Skye…" She then pointed to her and waited for an answer. She didn't, so Skye repeated it again, and again. She did the same thing four times over and still didn't come to a conclusion, she didn't understand her. So a new tactic was in order.

"You…White Wolf." She said, not asked, said. Surely she had to answer this. Her facial expression showed she seemed to understand. She nodded. Skye couldn't believe it, they found a White Wolf, they could go home and Leo will be ok!

"White." She smiled and gesturing to her pure white fur all over her body.

"Ah…" Ok, so it hadn't been so apparent to what Skye was really trying to say. "No, no. Err…Ru…Russia?" She questioned. She quickly nodded her head. It was clear by now she was from Russia, but maybe not a White Wolf. This was going to take some time. The she-wolf then looked to the forest and then back towards Skye, a kind of nervous expression on her face.

"Bath…room?" She questioned. Skye tried to piece it together, she understood.

"Oh, you've got to use the bathroom?" She question, she she-wolf blushed slightly and nodded shyly. Skye looked around, she looked at the lead tied to the bumper of the car, to the forest, she couldn't just let her humiliate herself and pee herself right here. She walked around to the side of the car and jumped up to looked through the glass, Charlie was still asleep. It would be easy; she'd take her a little into the forest, let her do her business and then she'd bring her back before Charlie even knew a thing. She jumped down and nodded to the she-wolf as she pulled on the knot in various ways, getting her teeth in-between the part of the knot to eventually loosen it and pull her free. She kept a tight grip however on the leash to make sure she didn't run, they couldn't lose her now, they still had to find out if she was the wolf they were looking for. "Come on, let's go this way." Skye led her back towards the path leading down the cliff and towards the forest. But as they did, a car started to pull into the space beside Charlie, it was quiet, surprisingly, they didn't hear it coming. "Quick, move! Skye mumbled loudly as they ran down the path.

Inside that car, two men couldn't believe their luck at what they saw, nor the fact that one wolf seemed to be leading another by a leash. "Did you see that?" The bearded man asked.

"I saw them." He cackled as he reached back into the back seat and pulled out his rifle. "Let's go hunting."

They didn't stop running until they disappeared into the trees; even then they waited a minute to look back to make sure they weren't seen or being followed. They weren't either way, they were safe. "Now that was close." Skye smiled, eliciting a slight giggle from the Russian wolf as they continued on. "I am sorry for this, but we can't let you go until you help us." She didn't answer, not that Skye expected her to. Skye continued to have a tight grip on the leash up until she was sure they were far enough and in a place they wouldn't be seen. They looked at one another for a moment before Skye noticed something. "Oh sorry, I'll just turn away." And she did just that, the leash was long enough to give them a couple of feet apart from one another. She felt her pull a couple of time at the same time she was talking to herself in her own foreign tongue before the quiet sound of rain came to her, not that it was rain of course, but the sound of it even made her need to do her own business. She'd do so afterwards. It stopped and she looked back to see her looking back at her waiting. "Now can you turn around?" She asked. "Me bathroom." She nodded and looked the other way, giving Skye her chance. She squatted and did her business.

As she was, the Russian wolf was looking around, just not in her direction. But then, movement caught her attention. Ahead, two humans were walking towards them, both carrying bang sticks. A panic overcame her; this was the reason why she never came so far out of the rocks, she was better off living with cougars then in the same area hunters come. She didn't look back, but she started to pull on the leash still in Skye's mouth. "Hold on, I'm nearly done here."

"Nu potoropit'sya , tam lyudi prikhodit'" (Well hurry up, there's Human's coming.) She seethed, a hint of desperation in her voice that Skye picked up on. As soon as she was finished, she came to see what the source of the commotion was about and couldn't believe how naive she was being. The humans had seen them, a killer look in their eyes as they both readied their weapons and bore them towards them. One was bearded, rather fat to be honest and short. The other, taller but well built and muscular.

"Well, well, well, another prize to add to our wall." One of them said. They couldn't move, fear had frozen them to the spot, running wouldn't make a difference. "You got away once you little bitch, not this time." Was Skye hearing right, they knew her somehow? She looked at her and she looked back, this was the end, Leo wasn't going to get better and it was all her fault. But suddenly, they were both tackled to the ground as a single shot fired up into the air and away from them. Charlie happened to be awoken by them getting out of their car and after seeing them ready their guns and after finding both of them gone; it was clear what their intentions were. It was lucky for them that he got here in time. He scrambled to his feet and bellowed.

"Run!" Skye tugged the Russian wolf with her and they ran alongside him to run a little more into the forest, any direction really to lose the hunters. They slowly crawled to their feet, being a little unbalanced before they grabbed their guns and started running after them.

"We need to find somewhere to hide." Skye said as they ran in no particular direction in search of somewhere to go. The Russian wolf darted to the left, but causing Skye to wobble and become confused to what she was planning. "No, come with us." She ordered as they came to a stop.

"Poydem so mnoy, ya znayu, gde my mogli by spryatat'sya." (Come with me, I know where we can hide.) She told them.

"We don't understand what…" Charlie was about to say when they got the surprise of their life.

"I said follow me if you want to live!" She yelled frantically and furiously at the same time. They couldn't believe it, she spoke English. But now was not the time to ask why. Charlie nodded and Skye let her lead the way, but keep a hold of her in case she tried anything. They continued to run, the she-wolves able to hear they were still being followed without having to look back. They weren't sure where they were being led to, and Charlie couldn't run for much longer, he wasn't as fit as he used to be. It came in sight, a hollowed out log. "Quick, get inside." She ordered in her Russian accent as she crawled inside.

"I'm not going to fit in there." Charlie exclaimed.

"Hide behind it; just keep your head down." Skye seethed as she crawled inside. He did as instructed and low flat on his back and close to the log, he wasn't under anything, but he was at least out of sight. There was a small crack running along the log, letting the girls look out of it to suddenly see the human's feet right in front of them.

"Where'd they go?" The fat one said angered.

"How should I know, there's no tracks." The other retaliated. Skye looked to the she-wolf as she did back to her, both panting a little.

"You can speak English?" She questioned.

"Of course I can." She answered. "You really think I'm going to live in a country and not understand its language." She replied.

"Then why didn't you just say so?" She asked. "It would have made things so much easier if I knew you could understand me."

"Really? We're going to talk about this now?" She asked.

"Come on, they must be headed to the river." The taller man said. "They'll follow it upstream and back to their car." They then ran off to the left. They waited for a moment, just being cautious in case they didn't actually run far.

"They're gone." Charlie said quietly, still playing safe. Skye backed out of the log; soon the she-wolf did as well. Charlie was breathing heavily; his stamina really wasn't all that great.

"God damn hunters." She said as she stood back up. "They've been after me for over a year."

"Why didn't you just tell us you can talk English." Charlie asked.

"I could be asking you something similar." She replied hotly. "Like how can you understand me or even her?"

"It's a long and complicated story."

"Something I don't want to here." She growled. "Now let me go."

"We can't." He responded. "Not until you answer our questions."

"If I'm a White Wolf?" She asked. "Yeah, I know that's what you're after, she asked me this morning."

"Are you?" Skye asked with a hopeful glint in her eye.

"What if I am?" She questioned. "Are you going to let me go?"

"We will afterwards." Charlie answered honestly.

"Let me guess, you want to find one because you have a family member or a close friend who's sick and you believe the myth that they're blood will heal them. Am I right?" She knew she was, it was always the same story.

"Please, we need to find one. My brother's dying." Skye pleaded. "Ignore him, just talk to me."

"You all want the same." She spat and tugging on the leash to keep walking. Charlie took it out of Skye's mouth to have a better grip on it as they started walking. She was actually a little relieved, her mouth was getting over so dry and it was starting to dig into the corner of her mouth. "You only want their blood, not the actual wolf. It's all about their blood, that's all they're ever wanted for. You come from miles around to find pretty much a bag of blood to take with you and then dispose of later. You don't care about anything else." By her reactions and her accent, it was clear to them now that she was a White Wolf, but where were the rest of them? "Even the humans believe that story; those hunters have been after me for over a year now because of that. They want nothing more then to fight over who gets my head, my legs or my heart. The same thing goes for you, all you want it my blood, nothing else." There was some truth in this; they needed her blood, nothing more really.

"Please." Skye said and stepping in front of her to stop her. "My brother is sick, he's dying a little more each day and last I heard of him he didn't have long left. You're our only hope." Skye looked her in her deep brown eyes, seeing nothing but carelessness in them; she didn't care what so ever.

"What's he doing here with you?" She asked and pointing back to Charlie.

"She means my brother." He answered. "The one she's talking about is my brother who's been bitten by a rabid wolf, a mad wolf to you. I need to bring you back with us."

"Like hell you are, debil." (Idiot) She cursed at him in her own language.

"Sorry, I didn't come all this way to go home with nothing. We're taking you with us." He walked on ahead of her and started to drag her with him as she fought against him. But with the harness around her body she wasn't going to get free no matter how hard she fought against him. Skye wasn't sure what to do; she was torn between two choices. She agreed with Charlie, they had come too far already to return home with nothing. But then she didn't approve of his harsh methods by dragging her back, literally kicking and screaming behind them, even cursing in both her language and in English. In the end, one thing matter, Leo.