The Moon weeps for she knows the outcome of this meeting. Sam beats the cage with the rod, over and over he screams, “Give me the gift! Give me the gift!” This time instead of sticking the shock rod inside the cage he shoves his bare arm inside! The alpha moves as fast as a shark, he seizes the arm and the power of the crushing bite fills Sam with excitement!
He shoves the rod into the wolf’s side and shocks him again. Forced to release Sam’s arm he falls over on his side, twitching. Sam smells the urine from the wolf and knows he may have gone too far this time. His arm is throbbing and he laughs as he looks at the blood running down it. “Good Boy,” he whispers out of breathe and heads to the utility sink to rinse his arm beneath the water.
Outside the shed the Alpha wolf’s mate howls in frustration. She hears him and tries desperately to dig her way inside. The Arctic Moon watches and knows it is time for the Guardian. A single beam of light illuminates the she-wolf, gifting the puppy she carries inside of her. Whispering softly, she calm’s her and sends her back to her pack just in time to give birth to a single pup.
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3
When a pup is born to the pack, it is judged by the Alpha male, the leader of the pack. He chooses whether they will live or die based on the color of their coat, and strength of their body. Archer was the only pup born to his mother. She kept him in his den for a month before allowing him to join the pack. The pack accepted him because he was strong and healthy. At eight weeks old Archer followed his mother on a hunt under a full moon. When the pack heard his first weak howl they returned to investigate and the Alpha began to growl. Archer’s eyes were silver, as all in his pack but under the light of the full moon they glowed like beacons!
His mother was no longer the alpha female. After her mate died a new Alpha pair was chosen. When the new alpha turned on Archer she fought back to protect her gift! She fought hard, but she was no match for the male. Archer’s fur was considered to be a danger, because of the unique silver patterns mixed with white. It was bioluminescent, in other words it glowed in the dark! It makes the pack visible at night, which was considered a threat because they would not be able to camouflage or hunt. They left him beside his mother’s broken body in the heavy snow. Without her constant care he would die in this harsh environment. He howled his broken heart out to the moon and nuzzled with his mother for days, until hunger forced him to hunt. His survival came from an unlikely source. A human girl named Makenna.
The first time she heard his pitiful howl, she followed it. What she found shocked her. Makenna Slade was the daughter of a local Biologist. She loved everything about animals and hoped someday to become a veterinarian. At fifteen she was a handful, her father was always trying to find ways to keep her out of trouble. Her mother died when she was a baby so she spent a lot of time with her dad. She helped birth horses, cattle, and track and tag animals for research. Not much scared her and she loved to spend time in the woods with her camera and sketch pad.
“Dad, did you hear that?” she asked him. She was sitting enjoying her hot cup of tea and a ham biscuit. “Thanksgiving leftovers are the best,” she says as she waits for him to finish up with her grandfather. They live on the same land sharing the hundred acre spread of land. The houses shared the woods between them. Not waiting for a response from them, she slowly puts down her tea cup, stashes her biscuit in her coat pocket and follows the sound to the edge of the woods. Again she hears it, a pitiful whimper that leads her to a small silver pup. He is sniffing around and digging at the snow, desperate for some nourishment. Makenna looks around for his pack and starts to back away. Her father always said to let nature take its course with animals in the wild. When he stops and stares at her she is amazed by his silver eyes. They stare at each other for a few moments before he cocks his head sideways as if to say, What are you?
Makenna smiles and pushes her dark blonde hair out of her blue eyes and freezes. “Hello little friend.” Careful not to scare him she pulls her biscuit from her pocket and breaks a small piece off. He sniffs the air and whines taking a step towards her, then backs away in fear.
“It’s okay, see I’m a friend.” She tosses the chunk of biscuit towards him and waits. Quick as a flash he zips forward and snaps it up, starving. He looks at her and smacks his lips together and whines as if to say, Is that all? Makenna giggles and tosses another piece closer to her this time. She notices the ribs and fur hanging because he is so skinny.
He edges forward, pushing past the fear in his heart and snaps it up again, running a few feet away. “Where’s your pack?” She eases her cell phone out and snaps a quick picture of him being careful not so startle him. “Last piece, don’t wolf it down? Get it? Wolf it
