Alex stumbled, as he dashed away from his pack. It has been months since he started to see Cariana in the woods, and when he had told his pack he was thinking of changing, telling her who he was, but they didn't like that. The pack was very self centered, they kept each other in the pack, no mating outside of it, and the only time you where allowed to mate outside of the pack was if they arranged your mate for diplomatic reasons with other packs. No one was supposed to know werewolves existed, any human caught would be killed.
So Alex ran, they caught him, beat him, he had missed days of spending time with Cariana, she had probably forgotten about him, or thought he would never return, but he never forgot, her scent still held strong in his memory as he ran, limping, a trail of blood following him, he knew the others would not follow, knew if they did they might be caught by humans, but he knew if he ever returned he would be dead. Making it to their normal meeting grounds, Alex picked up her trail rather easily, it was stale, old even, but he didn't care. He followed it, even when he began to black out, his paws kept moving. When he would bump into trees he would ignore the pain, when he would stumble and fall, he got up. When nothing but darkness covered his vision, he let his nose lead the way, all the way to her door. Then he collapsed.
Blood covered his rear end entirely, his right leg had large claw marks running down it, there was a claw mark that stretched across his face, barely missing his eye and blinding him. His right ear was shredded, and the white spots stained red. But even then, as he was passed out at the foot of Cariana's door, his werewolf blood was slowly patching him together, what should have killed him, was now being stitched slowly.
So Alex ran, they caught him, beat him, he had missed days of spending time with Cariana, she had probably forgotten about him, or thought he would never return, but he never forgot, her scent still held strong in his memory as he ran, limping, a trail of blood following him, he knew the others would not follow, knew if they did they might be caught by humans, but he knew if he ever returned he would be dead. Making it to their normal meeting grounds, Alex picked up her trail rather easily, it was stale, old even, but he didn't care. He followed it, even when he began to black out, his paws kept moving. When he would bump into trees he would ignore the pain, when he would stumble and fall, he got up. When nothing but darkness covered his vision, he let his nose lead the way, all the way to her door. Then he collapsed.
Blood covered his rear end entirely, his right leg had large claw marks running down it, there was a claw mark that stretched across his face, barely missing his eye and blinding him. His right ear was shredded, and the white spots stained red. But even then, as he was passed out at the foot of Cariana's door, his werewolf blood was slowly patching him together, what should have killed him, was now being stitched slowly.