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THEODORE POV
I wheezed as I ran into the ridge forest. bad idea... my wolf said. I ignored her, running faster, jumping boulders, dodging vines and thorns of wild plants whilst moving deeper into the thick black forest. I could feel the air getting thicker as I moved. the thick trees had broad canopies that blocked the rays of the sun making the forest ominously black and void of life. Now, I understand why the pack never ventured into this forest. the silence that filled the forest made it frightening even for a war wolf. I heard the echoes of my breathing and steps as I moved swiftly around the trees. "keep going forward". Ara said as I made a left avoiding a huge boulder or so. my body tensed as I heard the growl and paws of wolves hitting the forest floor behind me. Are you kidding me? they entered in with you. Ara my wolf screamed in the head. shut up Ara... I snapped increasing my speed, ignoring the sound of wolves after me and the pain in my feet. Ara... I panted as I slowed. Any help now will be highly appreciated. I pleaded with urgency as the forest darkened than before. I winched as the silence. half expecting that, I knew my wolf disliked me snapping at her. Not like I can help it. please... I pleaded again. I need you Ara... you can get mad at me when we are safe... not now. I wheezed. I couldn't hold on for much longer, the throbbing in feet crawled to my hips and spread rapidly upward, making my stomach cramp and my lungs burn. the howl are getting closer as I continued to stumble forward despite my depleted energy. DOWN. Ara shouted. I let myself drop down on both knees Just in time to see a wolf jump in front of me. I ignored the pain as much as I could. I drew air roughly into the lungs. my eyes glowed as I took in the wolf before me. the huge black wolf snarled at me, baring it's terrifying canines at me. it's brown eyes shone with much intensity revealing nothing but hate as it focused on me. it let out a deep growl that vibrated throughout the forest. leaning heavily on it's hind legs, it lounged at me. my body moved involuntarily to the left almost immediately avoiding it's paws and teeth. I quickly shook off the shock of the attack. I instantly felt the strangle of control within me. I knew ARa was asking for control for a moment. I couldn't shift into a wolf yet, but I could give her control for a while. I watched as I dodged the wolf again and again. as it kept coming at me. I was just as fast as it was but my lighter body gained me an advantage against it's much heavier than frame. I could manoevre easily and faster than it could. I felt myself launch into the the air meeting the wolf in mid-air, shifting all the weight forward, I leaned downward bringing the black wolf to the ground with me. I heard a loud crack as we both crashed on the ground. I stared at the limp wolf as it lay still in a pool of blood. I staggered as a wave of nausea and fatigue hit me immediately I regained control. A tear fell from my eyes as I gawked at the wolf I just killed. I haven't killed anything in my life. this is my first kill. I heaved again as my stomach rolled. "that was quick..." someone said, breaking the silence around me. I glanced quickly at where the voice came from. I gasped. All around me stood twelve huge wolves baring their fangs. I stood upright immediately as a growl escaped my lips. "I can feel your wolf as you fought..." came the voice again. I turned around again searching for the voice's owner but found no one. my eyes met every wolf's as they closed in on me. The wolf I just killed was a delay. I cussed. he slowed me down for the others to close in. I kept my eyes on the largest and nearest of the wolves. it also has a black fur with red eyes that shone brightly. it snarled with its foamy fangs. it took few strides towards me. I checked on the other wolves but couldn't tell their fur as they all were shadowed by the forest darkness but their eyes stood out, shining different shade of colours but mostly red. I took few steps back unconsciously. Ara... I muttered nervously. I need some help now. please... I added quickly. I waited for her to reply but got nothing in return. I was never a strong pup back in my pack. A shiver ran down my spine as I watch the wolves walk steadily towards me. I took a quick look at my surroundings. I noticed they'd successfully trapped me in a clearing surrounded by trees. These are definitely war wolves as the few possible escape spots are guarded by at least two wolves. sweat ran down my face as I lick my chapped lips. I won against one huge wolf by chance, there is no way I could win against twelve wolves, war wolves to be exact as I considered their build. I guess this is where it ends. I'm sorry Dad, mum, and Layla... I thought with my eyes on the approaching wolves. I knew deep down that I couldn't fight them all off I might not be as strong as my beta father but am from the Lockwood pack, the leading pack of all in the Northen province. we are feared for our courage, strength and above all, our wit. I am a loyal pack member and I am a beta's son, so if am going to die then I will with my head high and not as a weak omega. Even though I can't shift into a wolf form yet, I will still fight with all I've got. I snarled at the incoming wolves. I shifted into a fighting stance. Ara... let's show these filthy dogs how to play. I felt her approval before the last word left my mouth. "come on you bunch of dogs!" I shouted with a voice that wasn't mine. "you want to play, right?. quit strolling and get on with it". I saw anger flash in their eyes before they kick off running towards me. one thing I have learnt is never call a wolf a dog. I dug my feet into the ground as I prepared for the first wolf to attack.They brought Marcus in on a stretcher.Theodore heard them coming before he saw them — the measured cadence of people carrying weight carefully, the low voices of the two Ridge scouts coordinating movement through the compound entrance. He had been standing at the edge of the central ground for twenty minutes, arms crossed, watching the tree line with the focused stillness of someone who had decided that moving would make the waiting worse.When the stretcher cleared the tree line he was across the compound in seconds."Marcus—""I'm alive." The voice was rough and stripped of its usual steadiness but it was Marcus — unmistakably, entirely Marcus — and the relief that moved through Theodore at the sound of it was so physical it was almost embarrassing. "Stop looking at me like that. I've had worse.""You haven't," Theodore said."I definitely have. The time with the Voss border wolves—""That was worse for me. You thought it was funny."Marcus made a sound that was approximately a lau
Theodore woke to birdsong.That was the first unexpected thing. He lay still for a moment with his eyes closed, letting his other senses do the work before his vision joined them — a habit so deeply drilled into him by years of border living that it operated independent of conscious thought. He listened. Birds, multiple species, close and unhurried. Wind moving through a dense canopy. Somewhere further away, the sound of something rhythmic and heavy — axe work, maybe, or construction. Voices, low and purposeful. The smell of woodsmoke and food and underneath both, that clean herbal note he had noticed the night before.No alarm. No aggression. No immediate threat.He opened his eyes.Grey morning light came through the window in a single clean shaft, falling across the foot of the bed. The room was exactly as he had left it — small, plain, locked. His old clothes were folded on the chair where he had left them. The tray from last night had been removed at some point while he slept, wh
The room they gave Theodore was small.Not unkind — there was a bed with a decent mattress, a window that looked out onto the side of the compound where the silver-barked trees began, a washbasin with clean water, and a folded set of clothes that were not his but were close enough in size to suggest someone had looked at him carefully before choosing them. There was also a door. Theodore checked it immediately, the moment the escort left him alone.Locked.Not a guest room then. A holding room with better manners than a cell.He washed the dried blood from his face and changed into the provided clothes — dark, practical, the same kind of thing the Ridge wolves had been wearing — and sat on the edge of the bed and let himself, for exactly sixty seconds, feel the full weight of everything.Jason. Captured or worse, out there somewhere in Atridge territory. The chase across the patrol path. The border crossing. The wolves that had frozen at the tree line like children afraid of the dark.
Theodore had been told three things about the Ridge Forest growing up.One: nothing lived there. Two: nothing that went in came out. Three: if you ever found yourself at its boundary, you ran the other direction and you thanked whatever you believed in that you had not crossed it.He was currently walking deeper into it, following a stranger who had offered his name like it was a minor inconvenience, and everything he had been told was unraveling with every step.Things lived here.He noticed it gradually — the way you notice a room has music playing when you have been standing in it for several minutes already. A pair of birds cut across a gap in the canopy above, their wings bright against the grey-silver light. Something small and fast rustled through the undergrowth to his left and was gone. The trees themselves were alive in a way that went beyond biology, their roots wove together above ground in patterns almost too deliberate to be accidental, forming natural archways and alcov
The forest had a heartbeat.Theodore felt it the moment his feet crossed the boundary — a deep, rhythmic pulse that seemed to rise from the earth itself and travel up through his soles, rattling his bones. He had always been told the Ridge was dead. A cursed stretch of woods where wolves went in and never came out. Where the trees grew too close together and the darkness between them was the kind that had teeth.He had believed it.Until thirty seconds ago when the alternative was being torn apart by twelve jet-black wolves with murder in their eyes.He ran.Low branches whipped across his face, drawing thin lines of fire across his cheeks. His lungs were already burning from the sprint across the patrol path and his ankle — the one jason had snapped back into place with brutal efficiency — throbbed with every stride. He ignored it. Pain was a conversation he could have with his body later. Right now his body needed to move.Behind him, he heard them stop.The growling cut off so sudd
I took few steps backwards as the men stepped forward steadily. Jason snarled. His arms dropped till he held one of my hands in a death grip. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. The nearest patrol point was miles from where we were. We had ventured deeper into the woods today. Not even a scream can catch a patrol wolf's attention this far. Though we were still within packs boundaries, both of us area long way from home. I stared at jason. He turned to look at me. We shared a knowing look. If we were to survive and perhaps get home in one piece, there's only one thing we've got to do. Run. I ran alongside Jason. We snaked our way around trees, jumping fallen trunks. I could hear the growls of wolves behind. My lung burned as I drew in air as fast as I could. My face dripped with sweat as my hand threatened to slip from Marcus. I glanced briefly to see him return my stare. He was worried. So was I. We burst out into a path that leads directly to the pack. A little longer then we'







