For Crying Out Howl

I lay on the ground for a while, trying to recuperate my strength. My body is tired from all the running, the change, and pushing the bullet from my side. I had only eaten the weasel this morning, so I was starving. I find my key where I hid it, and open the trunk of my car. I reach to the back and grab my bag that I keep "wolf emergencies" in. First aid kit, clothes, shoes, fake id, and a special knife. Bullets can't kill me, but this knife can. I grab the clean clothes, a pair of jeans and a white muscle shirt, and pull them on. 

I close the trunk and open the driver door, and grab the ice chest I filled the morning I came to the forest. I stocked it with a few packs of cold cuts, figuring I would survive off the animals, but getting them just in case. I'm glad I did now. With the Pack, someone always brought some just in case, and I got in the habit. I sit in the front seat, leaving the door open, and tear open a package and throw 5 pieces in my mouth. My stomach rumbles gratefully. I finish off the package, and am reaching for a second, when a scent blows towards me. The woman. 

I get out the car and look around trying to spot her. The wind blows from behind me bringing me her scent. I resist the urge to turn around. The sound of a twig breaking finally makes me turn around. I see her, and I let her know it. 

"What, do you see something you like?", I ask , spreading my arms and arching my eyebrow. She doesn't answer, and I let my arms drop to my side, forgetting about my wound, and wincing when my arm hits my side. I turn away from the woman, and go to get back in my car when she decides to speak. 

"Wait. Please. I-," she starts, then stops. I turn and look at her again, she'd taken a few steps closer. Close enough to see the blood stained bullet next to my car. I step away from my car, and step on the bullet. I'd forgotten to put on shoes, an the bullet presses into my foot. 

"Yes?", I ask, wanting her gone now. Curiosity be damned, she saw a wolf get shot, and now there is a wounded man with no shoes on standing in front of her, not to mention the bullet. You'd think humans would be more perceptive. But she hasn't seen my wounds or the pool of blood I'm standing in, so maybe this isn't so bad.

"Have you seen.. This is crazy," she says. She stares at her feet for a few seconds then speaks without looking up. "Have you seen a really big grey wolf around here?" She still doesn't look up. 

I don't know what to tell her. Not the truth, but I find myself reluctant to lie to this woman who is friends with wolves. Instead I decide to ask her name. She finally looks at me in surprise. 

"My name? Lyka Hunter. Have you seen the wolf or not, Al- sir," I blinked in shock. Hunter. Could she be the missing sister?

I remember the day Luna Hunter showed up in Pack territory, searching for her twin sister. She had been bitten by a were, and her sister had disappeared during the attack. Two months after the attack, she smelled us in a nearby town, and assumed we were the ones who attacked her. She didn't realize that the scent of the one who turned her was still in her blood, so we could smell the wolf who turned her. He was not one of ours, but a stray mutt named Mark Stone, who needed to be put down. We went a hunting, but he made himself scarce after he figured out we were on to him. Luna mated with the Pack Alpha, Baen Trist, my older brother. Thinking about Baen makes me want to hit something, so I decide to just ask her about Luna.

"Do you have a twin sister named Luna Hunter? Cause I swear, besides the scars, you look just like her," I said, and watched her reaction. She just looked confused. 

"I have no family. Not besides my wolves. The moved on while I was away, and I can't find them," She shook her head. "So did you see the wolf or not?" She was getting impatient, and I was getting impulsive. I tried to imagine Luna without her scars from her turning, and Lyka really did look like her. 

"I saw him all right. Big beast, wasn't he? He was hurt too. You hunting him?" I asked, wondering what she wanted from him/me. 

"I would never hurt a wolf brother! I think he can lead me to my wolves, and I want to ask his help. I was going to, but a poacher was hunting nearby, and saw him and just shot him. He needs medical help. If I help him, he'll help me. Please, tell me where he went," she took a few steps closer, and I made a decision. 

"All you had to do was ask. I'll help you," I said, and took my foot off the bullet. "But I'm afraid, you'll have to offer me something other than healing, as I do that fine by myself." She looked confused at first, then seemed to put two and two together. She came up with the right answer. 

"W-werewolf," she whispered, and fainted. 

A/N: Trying to stay awake long enough to finish the chapter, so I apologize if it seems a little rushed at the end. Anyways, I might not have the next chapter up tomorrow, but it'll be there Sunday or Monday.  Thank you for reading, and pretty please review! Your opinions are very welcome :)