Josh The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

I met her gaze with a small smile, “No, it’s okay, really! I’m just glad to be here.” She returned my smile, and a figure next to us shifted. Josh. Unlike Ace and Jaxon who had both not bothered to acknowledge my existence, Josh waved. His brown wavy hair falling over his face. He looked no more than twelve. “Excuse my brothers, they are just not really good with strangers.” He shrugged, “I’m Josh by the way. Nice to meet you.” I did a little bow, “Sophie, thank you for the warm welcome, Josh.”

“And you’re not?” “Yes, Tyler is immortal, as long as God is by his side. Me? My life has a limit. I am still in the teen years of my life.” Josh said with a smile. “Teen years? You mean you’re between thirteen and nineteen?” Hugo asked. “Yeah, guess how old I am,” said Josh. “Nineteen,” said Hugo. Josh laughed. “Seventeen ...” “Seventeen?” Hugo asked in shock. “Am I older than you? I am nineteen. ”

The scene looked like a brutal hunting ground, the signs of struggle etched everywhere, but there was no sign of the shapeshifters. I sniffed the air, searching for signs of life. It was then that I heard a faint whisper, barely a whisper, but clear enough to make me turn toward the sound. “Alpha…” There, lying against a rock with a pale face and half-closed eyes, was Josh. His body was torn apart, with a deep wound in his stomach where part of his intestine protruded, a scene that could only mean one thing: they had tried to devour him. I knelt beside him, keeping my voice steady to calm him. “Calm down, Josh. You survived. I’m going to take you to a doctor.”