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WolfBound

Act IV

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Throughout the rest of the next day, the large wolf anticipated to see his human. He paced often in a clearing he and his companions decided to make theirs. They had rested peacefully the night before, the land crushing beneath their weight that they made a small nest.
Ember and Mist watched him with curious eyes. The white she-wolf had cooled since the previous sun but she felt her legs twitch with Vincent's as she became jealous, feeling it fuel her anger.
"Why don't you sit for once?" Ember snapped, her lips curling slightly.
Vincent shook his large head, some habits die hard. Wolves didn't shake their heads, he still kept his humanity yearning to have it properly placed upon him.
And another unwolf-like trait, he didn't look at Ember's face and observe her muzzle.
He kept his bright blue eyes ahead of him, his thoughts on Fae and how comfortable she made him, how this feeling felt correct within him.
"Can't. Too excited," their "alpha" panted, his pink tongue lolling out.
"Excited to see the She-Man?" growled Mist in mere puzzlement. The brother was aware of Ember's building rage but remained silent about that. It was obvious his young sister had emotions towards Vincent, only bringing her pain that the selfish wolf didn't return them to her. "Whatever for?"
Vincent paused in his pacings, his ears cocked around his head as he looked down at his feet. It was clear as the blue sky above them, he loved the woman, he wanted to be by her side as a man and hold her in his arms. He had to be human, it wailed in his gut.
The large wolf glanced at his packmates and replied, "I need to be human."
Both of the wolves became still, their faces blank and filled with terror. Ember's fur tingled, Mist's eyes shook because they were never Man, they couldn't understand.
Ember snarled as she jumped to her feet. "Have you lost your senses?! A Man? Have you lost so much to this She-Man?"
Vincent shrugged, rolling his eyes. "You don't get it."
She growled, the hair on the back of her neck rising. Her tail fanned out on edge.
"No. I don't. Explain," she barked, revealing her pearly fangs.
He gulped gravely. He hasn't shared with anyone about his curse and wondered if it would affect him at all. His thoughts traced back to what the Enchantress had said so many summers ago. She only warned him about his father, she said nothing about others knowing.
The wolf took a breath and began his story, telling the siblings about how he was as a human, a spoiled boy who took his throne for granted, how conceited he was around his followers, the events that followed after being visited by the disguised Enchantress of the woods. When he finished the two wolves stared at him incredulously.
"You really believe you were a man?" Mist piped in, his tone deep.
Vincent nodded, displaying another human trait. Wolves don't nod.
"It would explain a lot," Ember considered. "How you didn't know of hunting,the rank system, your name and the odd gestures you do."
The white female gazed down at her paws, wonderinog what they would look like if she was a She-Man. Would Vincent choose to be with her? Would she be everything he ever dreamed of? Ember finally sighed and realized she was in a war she could never win.
Feeling defeated from her broken hopes she whimpered, "If you really want this woman as yours, we'll help you in anyway we can."
Mist's gray eyes peered from his sister to Vincent and he couldn't help but roll on his side and let out a coughing fit of laughter.
"You can't really believe this, Sister? Vincent? A Man? Impossible. There's no such magic," argued Mist with a grin on his black lips.
"How do you know?" Ember retorted in a gruff. "There's many things we don't know in this world. Not even our elders know the way of Man."
Mist stared drearily at the trees above them. "Do you really want to help Vincent?"
The large male wolf had long resolved to sit back on his haunches, his posture straight and patient as he listened to the siblings have their spat. Vincent was suddenly interested to what it was like to call someone your brother to tease with, to have a sister to protect. The wolf who used to be a man realized these wolves were the closest he had ever had to siblings. Brothers and sisters were meant to protect and love, also open your eyes to truths you didn't want to admit to. They had done this and more, taking them under their care when he was alone and on the brink of death. They weren't his pack where he controlled them, they were his brother and sister.
Even now, they proved this by sticking by him to achieve Fae and his rightful form.

Ember stared at Mist, her eyes telling him she was firm behind her decision.
The gray wolf huffed a long sigh. "Then let me accompany. I'll aide in whatever I can."
The she-wolf wagged her tail as she leaped to her dear brother, licking his face and nuzzling his neck. She knew she couldn't be with Vincent, he had made his choice, and if she couldn't make him hers, who was she to prevent him from gaining his goal?
Vincent smirked at the two, longing for that kind of affection that only a sister could give.
He returned onto his huge paws and advanced to Mist. The gray wolf was wondering if there would be a confrontation at how Vincent carried his shoulders but when the male wolf was at his muzzle he butted his head with Mist's.
"Thank you," he gasped out.
Mist closed his eyes, grateful the three of them were on equal ground now. He felt the air was sweeter around them.
"We're a pack. Let's remain one."

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The sun rose higher into the sky, beating down on the three wolves as they lied in their clearing.
Mist lied on his side, as Vincent and Ember rested on top of them, resembling a group of cubs.
Vincent felt his stomach tremble, progressing into a loud rumble.
Mist picked up his head, ears pricked at his brother.
Ember chuckled. "Hunger."
The black and brown wolf lowered his ears feeling the skin beneath his fur redden.
"Lets go hunt," Ember suggested to the gray wolf beneath her.
"May I join?" Vincent asked. Both wolves were stunned, this would be the first actual hunt he went on, but they wouldn't deny him, any help for taking down food was appreciated and needed.
The three of them, after stretching and shaking their coats, padded along the forest, scanning with their wolf eyes. Vincent didn't take the lead, letting Mist sniff about their surroundings. Vincent observed how lightly the two wolves walked ahead of him, how they didn't even imprint the earth, almost like ghosts upon the forest floor. He looked over his shoulder and saw he was making a visible track and yearned to be as skilled as his pack. He watched Ember closely, who was nearer to him. Her gait was the same except his noticed her muscles rolling effortlessly, her body level with her head and how she balanced her weight with her paws.
Vincent practiced this, copying Ember, and found his prints had gotten lighter beneath him, they weren't invisible like Ember's but it was a start.

After what seemed like summer transitioning into winter, the three wolves had found a strong scent.
It was a herd of elk, the smells wafting through their nostrils making them drool.
Ember licked her lips as she crouched to the ground, taking the lead from her brother.
Mist's eyes became large as they darkened to not only hunger overriding him,but a deeper sense of instinct that was roaring through him. Vincent was left behind in their wolf instincts, resorting to only a couple choices, he quickly bent his legs and advanced with his siblings.
When they grew closer to the herd, Vincent felt his legs quiver as his bravery hobbled within him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It was fascinating how confident Mist and Ember were, not a trace of cowardice staggering their position.
Vincent detailed the elk again, they were so big compared to him, the vast antlers pointed and dangerous. He didn't want to lose his life, he didn't want to leave Fae like this. He had to see her tonight, had to hear her songs.
Vincent's tremblings caught Ember's attention. The hunt would have to be prolonged a little longer. She turned her elegant head towards him and huffed. Vincent met her eyes, blue against yellow as they started to communicate.
"Do not be afraid," Ember growled softly. "It will ruin your perception. Do not hesitate for that could get you killed. And always--always go for the jugular." She left on nimble paws towards the herd.
Mist bumped shoulders with Vincent. "We always go for the weakest and the ill in the herd. Don't worry. Ember is a good huntress, she's the best at taking down kills. I'm just good at tracking. You most likely won't get harmed, we're good at what we do."
Vincent licked his chops. "What is she going to do?"
Mist pulled back his lips, revealing a wide wolf grin. "She's gonna get them riled up. Bite at their legs, chase them around and try and pick the one we need. She typically tries to get the leader away from our prey and then we go in and run the kill ragged, then she comes and tears the life away."
Vincent's ears twitched, what perfect strategy. Wolves were smarter than humans gave them credit for.
"When do we know she chose the one?" Vincent asked, lowering further.
Mist bit at his muzzle. "Silent your voice, they may hear you. Ember will give us a signal."
Suddenly the earth began to shake, making the male wolves shudder with the ground. Mist quickly regained his balance, firm on his paws. Vincent copied his brother and realized it was the elk, running in circles as Ember chased them. She bit at their heels until a particularly large and white elk charged at her. She snarled as she twisted in the air, challenging the leader. The lead elk snorted as chaos ran around them, swinging his antlers at her.
Mist bolted out into the meadow, weaving like a phantom between the elk crying, "Come! Let's help!"
Vincent pulled onto his long legs, head diving into the frantic elk. He realized how tall he was compared to the elk as he passed them, finding that he came up to their shoulders.
From a relatively close distance he heard teeth clicking together, snarls being emitted into the air and saw Mist and Ember fight at the leader. Feeling his heart race, Vincent ran to them instantly biting at the elk's face, jumping at him, the elk reared and wailed a cry. Fire burned in his eyes.
Ember barked and roared, her muzzle messy with wrinkles as she allowed her savagery be seen. Mist was the same, fur bristled and coming to hate the elk leader. Vincent felt his face tighten as he began to make the same sounds until finally Ember leaped at the leader's face, taking off a chunk of his ear. The elk yelled in pain, his attention on the she-wolf.
Her tongue hung, almost in a mocking smile. She then turned and ran into the woods with the leader following him. Mist panted as Vincent stood watching at where they vanished then heard a long howl telling them she chose the elk hiding behind the tree, it was ill and had a twisted ankle.
Mist nipped at Vincent's ear leading him towards the tree.
The majority of the herd had disappeared into trees, making the meadow somewhat quiet except for the snarls of Ember growing more and more distant.
Before the male wolves stood the shivering elk, ears back and favoring it rear leg. An obvious sign of injury, it was amazing the elk herd didn't leave her behind.
Mist flattened to the ground once more, ears forward, and body motionless except for his legs. Vince trailed beside him, not needing to look at the gray wolf for a guide, he knew what to do now. Mist soon stopped loping towards the female elk, he had no reason to. He smelt the confidence boosting within the brown wolf beside him and allowed Vincent to take the kill.

Vincent growled, his posture certain and strong.
He saw his vision becoming clearer as he was closer to the elk. He smelt its beating heart, its rapid lungs trying to gain air. He heard every crick and inch its bones made, itching to escape but was too frightened. Its black eyes begged to live but Vincent's stomach was more demanding than the animal.
Vincent was beyond reasoning. He felt the power surge through his legs, the immense electricity ripple his muscles and give him strength. His teeth burned with the primal urge to taste blood, his growls growing louder.
Finally,when he figured he was in leaping distance, the large wolf soared towards the elk, jaws wide open as he crashed down on the wounded prey. Fangs broke skin, blood stained his fur as he tilted his head to the right, his teeth locked, hearing the snap of bones. The elk fell lifeless, Vincent stood over the beast his paws almost as large as the elk's head. He ran his tongue along his jowls, savoring the taste, feeling the true power of a wolf.

Another howl came from the forest, Ember emerged unscathed, as she joined her brothers near the slain elk.
Both brother and sister didn't take one bite from the meal, it was Vincent's right to take the first bite, it was after all, his kill.
Vincent gorged on the intestines and once they heard the gushing sounds of his chewing, Mist and Ember began to eat.
After a while the heard a loud lumbering in the direction ahead of them. Three wolves lifted their heads. muzzles dripping with blood, as they saw a looming figure of a bear approach them.
WolfBound

This is the 4th page of my mini-series!
Yeah a bear is coming and someone's gonna die...>> not gonna say who...
And when I write the 5th page maybe I'll have a new preview image!

Hope you guys liked this one. This page was more of the 3 wolves becoming closer so yeah, sorry Fae wasn't in this one and sorry if I went into too much detail. Just had so much to show you! lol

Prologue: [link]
Act II: [link]
Act III: [link]

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Inspired by Beauty and the Beast (c) Disney
Story (c) Inutsukisister 2010. Do not steal. Its wrong and you know it!!
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