The Feral Wolf and the Hybrid

Chapter 2 - Saving Her

 *Him*

Anthony was walking along counting the money he got from the pawn shop. The few trinkets and valuables he stole from tourists had given him enough money to last him three days worth of food.

His wolf, Lance was clawing at him to be let out to go for a run and hunt.

He was getting harder to handle. Since not having a pack when he turned 18, his wolf Lance is a born rogue, and one with Alpha blood to boot.

When he was let out for a run, he was ferocious. He would tear any prey he would find apart, just out of sheer enjoyment. Anthony learnt to block out the squeels and torture sounds of the animals his wolf catches. He plays sick little games with his prey before slowly killing them.

Once, Lance came across another natural born wolf and the poor thing didn't live long.

Lance was getting edgy. "Hey dickhead, I'm getting hungry."

Anthony sighed. "Yeah, yeah. There's a burger joint just up ahead."

Lance growled. "Oh thankgod! Meat! I can't handle anymore of that pissy French food." He said sarcastically.

"Hey, it's all I've been able to afford, alright?"

Lance growled again. "Go hunt for your food!"

Anthony sighed again. He hated what his life had become. Suddenly Lance was at full attention.

His cranky mood just got worse and so did Anthonys headache.

He smelled them. The gang of rogues who beat him up last week, ambushed him while he was asleep. How funny that he should run into them.

Lance licked his snout. "My turn to play."

"Don't kill them Lance, I don't want to get into trouble with the human police" Anthony said as he began to peel off his clothes. He folded them neatly and placed them on a cardboard box so as not to get dirty. He closed his eyes and let Lance take control.

He swiftly morphed into his black wolf and and silently padded towards the gang.

They were picking on a poor young girl.

"Please stop..." The girl was wheezing out.

Anthony watched as Lance stepped forward and made his presence known. He growled really loudly.

The four men turned around. The leader tossed the girl aside and she hit her head on the concrete pavement.

The leader of the gang leered. "Well look who we have here..." The men all circled Lance. He was snapping his head backwards and forwards watching them from both sides, daring them to make the first move. The leader stayed in his human form trying to distract Lance while the others all shifted, and shredded their clothes.

The leader lunged forward trying to pin Lance around the neck. Lance snarled and bit into his arm.

The leader spat.

"You bastard!" Blood was now running down his arm onto the pavement. He held his arm close to his chest. The two wolves on the right pounced, one biting into lances foreleg. The other snapped at lances back legs but Lance dodged him and flung the other off and into the other. They both landed a distance away. One colliding with a fire hydrant and squeeled in pain at a most likely broken rib.

That only left one. They stared each other down.

This time Lance lunged first. Pinning the last wolf to the ground. His teeth so badly wanted to rip into the last wolf, but Anthony was nagging him to stop.

Instead he bit into the guys shoulder as pay back.

Anthony got Lance to let the other guy up and then they all ran off.

Lance winced at the wound on his leg. Now that all the commotion had died down, Lance felt restless. A sweet smell of lavender and sage washed over Lance. He growled in annoyance, but was curious at the same time. His keen sense of smell led him to the injured girl. With his nose he nudged her but that only made her groan. He started sniffing her but sprang backwards with his tail between his legs when sparks elicited from her bare arm where his nose had touched her.

Lance then swore in Anthonys head. "What in the actual f**k was that?"

Anthony was dumbfounded. "She's....our mate?" He stuttered out. " Our what? I don't want a mate and certainly not a weakling like her..."

Anthony took back control of their body because he didn't want to argue with his wolf anymore. He quickly sprinted off to change back into his clothes before coming back to her side. He stared at her. She was like a delicate flower. Her straight black hair fanning around her head was now tainted in blood from her head wound.

"Lance we need to take her with us."

His wolf rolled his eyes and spat out " you can do what you f*****g like with her. I don't want any part in it, too much of a pain in the arse." He then blocked his link.

Anthony gently picked her up and walked back to his make shift den, an abandoned storm drain. He laid her down and put his leather jacket over her. He then left to gather some firewood and to buy some things for the both of them. He didn't like the thought of leaving her but he didn't know what else to do. She needed first aid and he needed food.

He came back with some basic supplies and started a fire even though it was the summer time they still needed something to cook some food with. He watched as the fire light danced on her face. He brought some bottled water and gauze over to the girl. He sat down in front of her and pushed some of her hair out of her face. She had delicate features. He grabbed some gauze and wet it with the water. He dabbed at her head wound to find that it wasn't as bad as what he thought. But he cleaned it up never the less. He cleaned up the mess and then got up to and put some cans of soup near the fire to be warmed up.

He turned around at the sound of her groaning only to be met with a scared set of emerald green eyes....