Post by Sammy Roux on Nov 29, 2012 14:10:22 GMT 1
:The Aftermath:
Sammy could hear Beau’s heartbeat through the thick fur that covered his frail body, the sound of his uncles body being torn to shreds was drown out as the wolf concentrated hard on blocking them out. By the time it was over, Beau’s body had phased back into his human form and was lay in such a way that if it wasn’t for the deeps gashes across his torso, most would presume him to be sleeping.
Around them, silence washed over and a strange stillness hovered in the air. Every wolf had come to a standstill, none of which were sure what to do next or where to turn as their alpha no longer breathed to shout orders at them. Sammy still lay protectively over his body, growling at anyone that came too close to his brother, Jack included.
But it wasn’t just Jack that seemed to close in. Around the treeline, the wolves had started to gather, peering at the three of them from a distance with their heads hung low and their tails between their legs in a submissive stance.
Sammy didn’t have to raise his head to see them, he could hear them all waiting though wasn’t sure why and every second that went seemed to push him closer to snapping. He wanted to be alone with his brother, not have a pack of confused wolves creeping closer. He raised his eyes to look at Jack and whined, pawing at Beau as though wishing for Jack to make the wounds go away. He needed to get Beau away from there but wasn’t prepared to shift back whilst the enemy still hung around.
“Why are they still here? Why aren’t they attacking?” He asked Jack, even the voice he used to send the message quivered to some extent as he glanced around half expecting them to be attacked any minute. “Jack… I need to get Beau back… I need to help him. Please… can you make them go away?” Again he whined softly though the desperation in his voice was clear.
Tate had finally pulled just about as much of the three wolves apart as he possibly could. Fur and blood covered the forest floor around him as he looked down at his brother, his eyes wide as he saw the wounds that had once cut deep fade away before his very eyes. Even the colour had started to come back in his face. Ambrose stood close by, having been the first one to notice the boy’s slow healing, and smiled. Not everything had to end in doom and gloom and although he had never really liked Tate, he was glad Maxxie was on the path to recovery because Tate would have been hell to put up with without his older sibling to keep him on a tight leash.
The youngest of the brothers crouched down, facing his hand palm down and placing it against his brother’s head like their mother used to do when they complained they were ill. If there wasn’t something funny going on, Maxxie should have been stone cold by now but in fact he had taken to looking like he was in a deep sleep, his chest raising and falling peacefully and Tate even being able to hear the faint sound of his brother’s heartbeat.
“He’ll be fine. You ought to be thanking whoever gave him that bracelet though. That is, of course, if it isn’t below you to thank people once in a while.” Ambrose snorted, knowing full well the young boy rarely ever used his manners nor thought about those who actually helped him in some way. “You should get him home to rest. He’s going to need a lot of sleep if the magic is to work too.”
With that, Ambrose gave Tate a small, playful shove to the back of his shoulder before walking away, leaving Tate to question what he meant by ‘magic’ and why the bracelet was so relevant to his brothers healing. Ambrose whistled to himself as he jumped lightly over the bodies that littered the ground, shaking his head at the scene that had been left. There was going to be need of a clear up soon if the town wanted to keep its secrets under wraps.
