New Territory
By Sarah Porter
New Territory
Wolvenkind Series, Part One
Copyright © 2012 by Sarah Porter
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Among the tall, whispering pines of an alpine forest, a wolf ran. She bounded over the springy turf, her long pink tongue lolling beneath her slender nose. Pine needles carpeted her footing, scenting the air with the sweet spice of evergreen. Her pale fur ruffled in the spring breeze as she hurried to an unknown destination. At her side ran a larger wolf, a male, with similar, shaggy pale fur. Behind her, in single file, ran four others. The first was white, and the other three were gray-and-white, their markings distinguishing them as individuals.
The white wolf was a younger female, her fur ivory and her eyes an unusual bright blue. She loped easily behind her sister Ailene and her sister’s mate, Brayden, careful to stay an exact length behind Ailene. Behind this she-wolf trotted an older, smaller male, all shades of gray but for patches of white on his muzzle and around his yellowish eyes. Behind him, an elderly she-wolf loped along, her eyes dulled with age and her once-gray muzzle speckled with white hairs. Close behind her, a strong partly-grown male galloped at the end of the line. His golden eyes sparked with vigor, and his face was marked with a starburst-like mask of dark grey-on-white that gave him an almost quizzical look. Every so often, he would run up alongside the elderly female and give her a reassuring nudge with his nose, before dropping back to his place guarding the end of the line. At the front, Brayden, the pack Alpha, veered off to the east, having caught the scent of a herd of caribou. When the rest of the pack caught the scent, their formation changed. The strong male in the back ran up to join the Alpha pair, and the older male and elderly female dropped back.
Brayden glanced over to make sure the young male, Kieran, was in his place. His Beta nodded slightly as he loped swiftly at Brayden's side. At Brayden's left, his lifemate Ailene kept pace. At her shoulder, Ailene's younger sister Keva loped along smoothly, her blue eyes roving the forest for a glimpse of their prey. The scent trail continued across rocky ground, and the ground grew rough and hilly as they continued in a southeast direction. Brayden’s ears pricked up as he heard water rushing nearby. He continued to lead the way, as the sound of water grew louder until it became a small river running through the alpine woods. The river was low in its banks, typical for the time of year, but it was still enough for the wolves to lose the scent trail. Brayden growled deep in his throat, frustrated. “We have lost them, Kieran,” he said to the younger male, who was taking a quick survey of the riverbank, as the rest of the pack lapped from the cool water. Kieran looked up from his examination of the riverbank, his nostrils quivering. He searched the far bank with sharp golden eyes. “Not yet,” he said. He led the way across the river, leaping from boulder to boulder to avoid getting his paws wet.
The alpha followed and the others followed quickly behind. It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was getting lower, casting dappled shadows across the forest. Kieran, the sharpest nose in the pack, led the way until Brayden caught the scent trail again. Ailene bounded past the younger male, her tale held high, ignoring him. “Do you still need the young pup to catch the scent for you, old one?” She teased her mate, her golden eyes twinkling. Brayden growled playfully at her, but spared no concentration to respond to her jibe. After a minute or two, he saw that the forest was thinning out into a clearing ahead. He slowed his pace, signaling the pack, and they split up. Keva and Ailene circled around to the woods on the opposite side of the clearing, while the elderly female and weaker male crouched deeper in the woods to watch.
Brayden and Kieran split formation, each taking to one side of the clearing. Kieran could smell the musty scent of the caribou distinctly, and he soon saw them in the clearing, grazing unawares. He crouched low and glided soundlessly through the woods toward them, waiting for Brayden’s signal. The mind of the pack was one, and he effortlessly focused on the wounded bull that Brayden had chosen for the kill. The antlered brute was big, but had obviously been in an altercation recently. Suddenly, he received Brayden’s signal, and he charged. The herd panicked and stampeded from the clearing, but the big bull had already been trapped by Ailene and swift, beautiful Keva. Kieran bolted forward and sank his teeth into the bull’s right hind leg, snarling in glee. Keva and Ailene worried at the bull’s left side as Brayden leaped for the bull’s throat, dragging its neck down to the ground. Brayden’s sharp fangs severed the large artery in its throat, spraying blood. The bull bellowed and lashed out in its death throes, but it was over too quickly. The four feasted on their prey ravenously, and the other two members of the pack came forward when it was their turn. They feasted, true predators, past sunset until late evening. With full stomachs, the whole pack rested in the tall grass of the clearing, which was also strewn with a couple large rock formations. Keva and Kieran wrestled playfully, while the two alphas slept curled up next to each other. Mira, the eldest female, relaxed as she watched the young ones play in the light of the setting sun. Eventually, the whole pack was quietly asleep, pale moonlight flickering against their fur.
Keva slept fitfully, her paws twitching as the wolf dream took her. She found herself running through a "town," a group of the humans' dens. She knew that man could be food, but she also knew man was a powerful predator. Man could kill prey from afar without even touching it. These "fire sticks," her mother had told her, man wielded like fangs and claws since they have none. Keva dashed through the town, fearing that a human would see her. She dashed into a pathway between two of the dens and suddenly found herself face-to-face with a human. One sniff told her he was male. He towered over, looking down at her without fear. She snarled and bristled, her blue eyes reflecting green in the light of the torch he held. He did not move, and she found herself unable to back up. The wolf dream knew something she did not; it held her fast. The man had black fur on his head, and golden eyes. He moved slowly to his knees, down to her height. She stopped snarling, although her fur still bristled. In the absence of her snarl, the man spoke. "Welcome, sister." She did not stop to wonder why she understood his language before she replied, for it was the wolf dream. "Who are you, human? How entered you into the dream?" The man's eyes grew wide. "You speak! I... I am Cian. I am an alpha." The white wolf snarled. "You are human, not alpha. Humans have no true alphas." The man bared his teeth at her, but quickly covered them when she bared her own fangs. "I am part human and part wolf," he replied. Keva made a noise that could have been a sneeze or a laugh. "Nonsense. Wolves do not breed with humans." Backing away, she found she could move a bit further. "Wait!" He shouted. "We will meet outside the dream and I will prove myself!" Keva did not answer, but turned and ran back through the ghostly town. Cian did not follow, but as she bolted away, he caught her scent, a mix of natural, sweet ambrosia and wildflowers.
Keva jerked awake, her heart pounding, in the early hours of the morning. Kieran and Mira were still sleeping not far away. Keva felt suddenly cold, so she tucked her nose into her tail and thought about the wolf dream. It was not possible for humans to enter the dream where wolves could run in complete safety and ponder the circle of life. She had heard rumors of wolves having visions of the future while within the dream, but instinct told her that was not the case this time. She snorted. If the human was telling the truth, she would be disgusted. Wh
at wolf would mate with a human? That union would never produce pups. It was forbidden by the Creator and thus would not be blessed. No, it was not possible. Perhaps the Creator had blessed the human with a glimpse into the wolf dream. Having found a less revolting option, she accepted it, and her mind was quieted. She closed her blue eyes and dozed dreamlessly until late morning.
Cian Collins woke suddenly, his whole body tense. He groaned, and crawled from his tent to do his morning stretches. The brisk Canadian spring morning made him shiver. Liam was already awake, brewing coffee and frying up some hotcakes. "Morning, Alpha. Sleep well?" Cian only grunted, then turned away and brought his arms over his head to stretch out his back. The other man just chuckled and poured some coffee into a tin mug. Once Cian felt less tight, he took the mug wordlessly and sipped the still-steaming liquid. "Blech," he stated, then grabbed the sugar.
"Something give you nightmares?" Liam asked, as he served them both. Cian took a big bite of hotcake and shook his head as he chewed. "No nightmares... just the wolf dream." Lian shook his head. "You know, you can choose normal dreams. The wolf dream is so...empty." Cian shrugged. "Usually, it is." Liam lifted his eyebrows and gave him a curious look. "What do you mean by usually? Did you see someone last night?" Swallowing the last dregs of his coffee, Cian turned and shook out the mug on the ground. "I saw a wolf," he said slowly, staring at the campfire. "It looked like a full-blooded female wolf. And she spoke to me." Liam just looked at him, open-mouthed. "Are you sure she was a true wolf? Despite this lycan curse, no true wolf has ever spoken to one of us. We’ve always assumed they are just animals, whereas we are something more." Cian nodded, his head aching. "I know, I know," he growled. "I think I'm losing my sanity. Are we almost to the rogue's territory?" He asked, changing the subject bluntly. Liam gave him a knowing look, but allowed it. "We are only a mile or two from the boundary line, from what I remember. He's not far." Cian looked up and grinned. "Good," he said. "I'm quite ready to give him a piece of my mind." Liam nodded. Serving himself another hotcake, he chewed it absentmindedly. “You know, Camilla mentioned something about lycans meeting their lifemates in the wolf dream,” he suggested. The thought made Cian pause his chewing. He stared at Liam for a long moment then shook his head. “Then she could not have been a true wolf,” he concluded. Liam nodded slowly, but then asked, “What if she is your lifemate? Shouldn’t you find her?” Cian looked up, a slight grimace on his face. “You know I’m not ready to find my lifemate, Liam. Besides, we have a job to do here.” He returned to his breakfast, signifying the conversation was over. Both of the lycans fell into a brooding silence.
Keva woke Mira quietly, too curious about her adventure in the wolf dream to sleep any longer. Mira yawned widely and turned her blurred eyes toward the young female. "Can't an old wolf get some rest around here?" She grumbled. Keva pawed the ground and whimpered slightly. "Please, Mother. I have had a strange dream." This revelation made the old she-wolf's ears perk up. She laid her nose on her front paws and sighed. "Very well. Tell me about it." When Keva explained her dream, Mira nearly jumped up and growled, but she held herself still. "Pup, you are saying that you met a human in the wolf dream?" Keva flattened her ears against her head and averted her eyes. "Aye. He told me he was part man and part wolf, but how can that be?"
Mira growled deep in her throat. "A lycan, " she said, her hackles rising. "Werewolves. They are cursed by the Creator. Few of us have met one. We never speak to them; they are cursed with dangerous power. To be two different species in one makes it difficult for them to find their place in the circle of life. They have not the mind-speak that unifies the pack." Mira glanced at Keva, who had crouched flat on the ground, her ears laid back. "Peace, youngling." The old she wolf closed her eyes and sighed deeply. “Keva, only lifemates can meet in the wolf dream. Perhaps your dream is only a prophecy.” With a deep sigh, Mira stood up and walked away. Keva stood to follow, but Mira's snarl warned her back. "I must think on this and pray to the Creator," she said, then walked off alone into the trees. Keva sat back on her haunches, unnerved. Mira very rarely went off alone. There was safety in the pack, and elder wolves never went off alone, except to die.
As Keva sat waiting for her mother to return, her mind turned to distant memories. She never knew her father, but her mother had always been there, willing to lick soothingly at her hurts and teach her about being a true wolf. Keva’s thoughts turned to any possible disappointment she might have caused Mira. Perhaps it was because Keva insisted on naming inanimate things. Her mother said that naming things was a very human thing to do, and this sufficiently shamed Keva to quell her urge to name special places in their forest home. Keva sighed, wondering if she had done something else “human” to shame her noble mother.
The mind-link of the pack was open to Keva, but Mira’s thoughts did not surface. She was blocking all of them out. Keva whined fretfully, and Kieran felt her worry through the mind-link. He came to sit next to her, mentally querying the source of her anxiety. Keva simply left her mind open, and showed him her worries. He whined in response, and licked her cheek gently. She bared her fangs at this, not accustomed to his affection, and not wanting it. His golden eyes grew slightly darker, and he turned away to speak to the Alpha. As he did so, the vicious snarling of a wolf emanated from the part of the woods where Mira had fled.
Cian and Liam left camp in wolf form. Liam was a large male, black and gray with streaks of white. Cian was even larger, with black fur that glistened tawny red in the light. Liam sniffed the air for the rogue's scent trail, and then ran to the north, Cian following close behind. They moved swiftly and silently across the rugged pine-strewn ground. The few miles between them and the rogue were covered quickly, and soon Liam slowed to decipher the numerous scent trails. Cian bristled as he recognized the smell of the rogue. Rogue lycans were not often a problem, but this big gray lycan had been unable to cope with the curse, and had murdered an entire human family. He snarled softly as he thought about the scene of carnage, but suddenly Liam was headed west. He followed silently, the scent growing stronger until it made his stomach churn.
Liam stopped suddenly and crouched in some bushy undergrowth. Cian followed, and barely contained himself when he saw the big, shaggy gray ahead, stalking a true wolf--an old she-wolf--who had apparently wandered from her pack. The old she wolf looked back, and saw the lycan. Recognition lit like an inferno in her eyes, and with a terrified yelp, she bolted, the snarling gray hot on her heels. Liam and Cian dashed towards the she-wolf from their flanking position, cutting the gray off. Cian slammed his shoulder against the rogue, knocking him through the air. In seconds, the rogue was up again, snarling and growling. "Enough, Brann," snarled Liam. "You're outnumbered, and you must answer to the Council for your crimes." The other werewolf snarled. "And be drawn and quartered by those long-toothed, blithering maggots? No, I think I'll take my chances here," he finished. He leaped at Cian, trying to tear at his throat. Cian whirled away as Liam managed to tear into Brann's hind leg. With a yelp of pain, Brann tripped, giving Cian the chance to wrap his massive jaws around his neck. He jerked his head with a sharp twist, and with an audible snap, the rogue was dead. Cian snarled in satisfaction. "I knew that one would never submit," he commented. He looked around, but the she-wolf had fled.
Keva listened with horror at the edge of the woods, until the snarls of the wolf fight were over. Her pack stood or sat nearby, also listening and anxious, waiting for Mira to return. Finally, Mira walked out of the woods, unharmed. She looked at Brayden and said, "We must speak." He bowed his head slightly and followed her to the other edge of the clearing. Whatever Mira said, it had an awful effect. He snarled wildly, and trotted back to the rest of the pack. Mira lay down and waited on the other side of the clearing, her stance tense and quivering. "Keva," the alpha barked, "Go speak to Mira. Everyone else, come with me." Keva traversed the clearing slowly, watching sadly as the rest of her pack disappeared into the forest. Something was terribly wrong. "Mother," she said,
as she walked up to stand before the old she-wolf.
The she wolf lifted her head from where she lay on the ground, looking up at Keva with her age-darkened eyes. “Keva, a rogue lycan was just killed. He was tracking me, trying to catch me away from the pack. He is—was—your sire.” Keva’s eyes reflected great shock, and her fur rose along her spine. Mira heaved a great sigh. “The lycan, a rogue named Brann, was driven out by his pack when he murdered an entire human family out of rage. I was in the woods with my mate, and my mate was set upon by the rogue. Poor Goren was no match for the…the rogue. I was in heat at the time…something you will experience soon for yourself. The… lycan,” snarled the old wolf, “forced himself upon me…and you are the result. He… he tied me up in a cave, but Ailene found me before he returned, and we ran far away.” Keva simply sat there, unable to respond. That she was the product of such a horrendous action—between different species, no less—threw her into a careening wave of doubt and disbelief. She shuddered, and could not force herself to meet her mother’s eyes. Her mother licked her nose. “None of this is your fault, Keva. I had hoped that since you did not change, that you were a true wolf; that you had not inherited your sire’s curse. But now that you have met your werewolf lifemate in the wolf dream, I know that you are not. You are half lycan and half true wolf. Thus, you must go with your lifemate and leave this pack.” Keva yelped with shock and jumped up. “No! How can I leave you? I am still a wolf; I have no way to change my form. I will simply remain a true wolf and live out my life with the pack!” She began to grow angry and desperate. Few young wolves survived, if cast out from their pack too soon. She may be considered an adult, but she knew the risks. Her family was going to abandon her to these…these cursed humans.
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