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The Last Spirit Wolf
Chapter1
-Vera-
I’ve been tossing and turning all night, hoping tonight of all nights I could get some decent sleep. The
clock on my nightstand reads 4 a.m.; it’s time to get up and I’ve barely even rested. I put on my
leggings, sports bra, a loose tank top, my running shoes and take off.
The forest at this time of day is breathtaking; only the soft glow of the impending day lights my way.
The birds have begun to wake up and sing, the night critters are making their way back to their dens,
and the mist in between the trees makes everything seem so alive.
I stop at my usual spot, on the cliff that hugs our famed waterfall. It’s about 10 miles from the pack
house and now only visited for special ceremonies or celebrations. It’s a shame people don’te to
admire it more often.
The Jade Waterfall gets its name from all the green that surrounds it. A thin, vibrantyer of moss
found nowhere else covers the 60-foot cliff from which the water falls; the deep pool at its end is of
crystal-clear water revealing all the rocky, green terrain underneath. Under the right moonlight, the
entire waterfall appears to be made of pure jade. Its gentle fall of water also makes this the perfect
ce to meditate.
Closing my eyes, I begin to stretch, breathe, and clear my mind but as I’m about to sit down, I feel
everything around me still and a chill runs down my spine. My eyes frantically scan the surroundings,
from tree to tree, from nt to nt. The forest is trying to tell me something is wrong and rm bells
ring in my head, fear creeping up my spine.
Well, ‘morning to you, too- I interrupt her before she can continue.
I need scouts by the Jade Waterfall.
Vera, what’s wrong?
I don’t know yet, but –
Yes, I know.
Not ten minutester about twenty-five scouts are joining me, feeling the same tension in the air I do
when they approach. Our Alpha arrives shortly after, apanied by her mate in wolf form. We are all
feeling uneasy, but none more so than I. Even in human form, no one is more attuned to the forest than
me. Our Alpha speaks first,
“Whatever this is, it isn’t only affecting Vera. Everyone, gather in pairs and search the forest starting
from the north side. Keep me informed.”
The scouts do as they’re told, rushing into the forest with a howl. Our Alpha turns to me,
“You should head back with us, Vera. You have an important day ahead of you.”
“If you don’t mind, Alpha -” She grunts.
“If you don’t mind… Sofia… I’m going to stay here a little longer. Maybe I can help.”
Sofia, our Alpha, is the daughter of the previous Alpha and my best friend. We’ve known each other
since we were young and know everything about each other, but now that she is our Alpha, this
knowledge feels a little intrusive. It doesn’t even feel proper to call her by her name anymore. She
gives me a worried look,
“Please be safe, you may be one of the best warriors we have, but you still can’t shift. Whatever is out
there, is strong enough for us all to be uneasy.”
I lower my head at this and she sighs. The fact that I have not yet been able to shift has been a great
concern of mine. Any decent wolf can transform by the age of 12. I’m 23 and still can’t connect with my
wolf; sometimes it makes me wonder if I’m a werewolf at all.
I notice Sofia trying to waddle her way onto her husband’s back. She hates riding him like this, but in
her very pregnant state, he has given her no choice. I help her climb on top and he gently stands,
bowing his head my way in a silent ‘thank you’. Sofia squeezes my hand before letting go and taking off
with her mate.
Once they’re out of sight, I take my shoes off and crouch on the ground, putting both my hands deep in
the soil. I take a deep breath, and begin. Goosebumps rise all over my body as I connect to the forest.
The wind has once again begun to blow, easing the stuffiness that was there before.
I clear my mind and focus only on my senses; how humid the air I breathe feels, how my hair blows at
the wind’s whim, how all the hairs on my body are standing to attention.
5 minutes
15 minutes
30 minutes
Despite my best efforts, I sense nothing. It seems that whatever was there is gone along with the eerie
feeling. With a sigh, I take my shoes in my hand and begin walking barefoot through the forest, heading
back to the pack house.
As I near the edge of the forest with the pack house in sight, the wind begins to blow on my back and I
stop in my tracks. I don’t even have to turn around to sense it. I lift my face to sniff the air and it’s
unmistakable.
It smells like blood. A lot of blood.
I jogged back to the pack house and back to my room. The smell of blood was intense, but there was
no way of telling who’s it was or where it wasing from.
After a quick, hot shower, I change into my scrubs and grab my duffel bag for the day. Heading down to
the pack clinic, I skip breakfast.
I enter the clinic on edge, as if anything could happen at any moment. I’m starting to feel a little
paranoid.
“Hey, Violet? Do we have any iings?”
Violet, our head nurse, gives me a puzzled look as she double checks our charts. I notice her usually
long dark curls have been straightened, and her mascara frames her blue eyes perfectly. She’s in her
forties and an exceptionally beautiful woman with glowing dark skin.
“No doc, we have a quiet day ahead so far.”
I can’t help but give everything in the ER a quick look, just to ease my nerves. This uneasiness seems
unshakeable, it’s almost as if I carried the scent of blood with me from the forest; I’m smelling it
everywhere.
Maybe I’m just on edge because it is a big day, a life changing day, for me. Today is Dr. Owen’s
retirement party, which means today I be the Head Physician at the clinic.
Our pack has the biggest poption of wolves from all the primary packs in the country, it’s
understandable considering we guard the south border with lycan territory. Werewolves and lycans
signed a peace treaty over forty years ago, proposed by their lycan King at the time. Before that, both
species were constantly at war; for territory, for mates, for food sources, for… fun? Lycans are
notoriouslybative creatures, even amongst themselves.
The clinic oversees all of the wolf poption in our pack, and as the Head Physician, I will have to
oversee all of the clinic activities, even administrative. Quite frankly, I feel severely unequipped to
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handle such responsibilities; I’ve been getting no more than four hours of sleep a night just pre-
stressing about it.
I proceed to make my usual rounds for the rest of the morning, all in preparation for the party. Dr.
Owens is one of the most important people in my life and we have worked hard to make this a very
special day for him. He took me in as an apprentice when no one saw any potential in me.
I was only 12 years old but I was already learning all the basics of surgery; Despite my young age, I
had the stomach for it. I graduated early from high school and managed to get straight into med school
where I graduated top of my ss. Yet here I was facing this new challenge, feeling anxious as heck.
It’s past five o’clock and everything has been rather quiet. I’m ready to pass on my patients to the next
shift, anxious to get the farewell party done and over with. I think to mind link Sofia, but she beats me to
it,
INCOMING! She yells in my head.
Before I can ask her anything, I hear themotion outside. A badly injured werewolfes barging
in through the E.R door, holding an unconscious wolf. I rush to them and the nurses that were already
in their dresses and heelse to their aid. We ce the unconscious wolf on a hospital bed and he
shifts to his human form. The other wolf copses and we help him onto another bed. Dr. Owens has
“Vera, take Eric. Violet, prep the defibritor. Erica and Sam, prep an O.R.” The urgency in his voice
can’t be missed.
I start checking the vitals on Eric. Wasn’t he one of the scouts today? In fact, weren’t both of them
scouting? He seems to have a concussion and his entire body is trembling in shock. We have to check
for internal bleeding.
The feeling of dread I’d been carrying with me all dayes back full force as Sofia mind links me
again,
Vera, we’re going to need all hands on deck. Get your people ready. Ten injured wolves total, three
lycans.
Lycans?! Did you just say lycans?!
Amongst the eight more wolves that show up with minor to severe injuries within the next five minutes, I
smell the three lycans immediately, two of them carrying an unconscious one; it’s clear he’s barely
hanging on.
I direct them to a bed and after roughly cing him on it, they both copse beside him from
exhaustion. I instruct the other doctors and nurses to tend to the wolves, prioritizing those who seem to
be losing consciousness, but they are noticeably wary of the lycans. Luckily, most of the wolves seem
to have mild injuries, notoriously scratch marks. What the hell happened?
I turn my full attention to the severely injured lycan and for a moment, it’s as if I can feel his slowing
heart beat in my own chest. I check his vitals as a nurse reluctantly hooks him to all the machines. As I
put my hand on his head to lift his eyelid and check for pupil response, I feel electricity run below my
fingertips. What the…?
Without warning, his eyes shoot open startling me and sending both our heart rates through the roof.
He looks at me intently; I would never think those eyes are of a man who is barely alive.
He whispers something too low for me to hear. I get closer and as he whispers again; he t lines and
my head is reeling.
Did he just whisper… mate?
Author''s note: Thank you so much for reading :) This is my first serious story ever. Feel free to Comment your thoughts. This adventure is only getting started!