I can feel Liberty stirring up in my mind at the sight and with that I am up to my feet and on full alert. I look around searching for any clues if this is a human’s doing or a wolf’s, when my eyes land on the cave entry. I can hear muffled sounds coming from the cave, but it is too dark for me to see from here. Creeping closer and closer, I am finally able to look into the cave and spot a mixed brown and black wolf sleeping. This is definitely the rogue I smelled earlier over by the water.
Having no interest in waiting for the wolf to wake up, I silently walk back from the cave and start making my way back to the top again. All the while being extremely careful to not make a noise so as to not wake up the wolf.
Just when I am halfway through being as careful as can be, I step onto an unstable rock and feel my foot slipping out from under me. Clinging to dear life with both hands on the next boulder I had just set my hands upon, I just manage to pull myself up right before the rock I was standing on tumbles down. Yikes, that was a close call…. Having dodged falling to my death, I breathe out a sigh of relief. The relief is short lived however, when I hear a growl erupting from the cave and see the brown and black wolf storming out.
F*ck. As there is no place to hide, all I can do is stare at the wolf to see his next move. As he spots me, another growl erupts from his chest. He is very visibly looking around to find the fastest way to get to me. Lucky for me, a wolf can’t rock climb and even if he could shift to his human form, I doubt he would be faster than me.
The wolf dives back into the cave, as I decide I need to get myself out of here as quick as possible. Using the adrenaline rush from my first rogue encounter I push myself up faster than ever, it almost seems like parkour, jumping from boulder to boulder.
Upon reaching the top, I breathe a sigh of relief to find the path now flat. Rocky, but flat. About a mile ahead I can see a dense forest again and that is even more of a relief, as these rocky paths are quite out in the open. Being quite in a hurry to reach the safe shelter of the forest I dash towards the forest line, again it resembles parkour, jumping across the big boulders and smaller rocks. About a few hundred yards, my foot slips and comes to a screeching halt when it slips down between two big boulders, making me cry out in pain at the sudden impact and what seemed to be the sound of bones snapping.
F*ck f*ck f******ck! Removing my foot gently from between the boulders, I try not to cry out from the pain as I am out in the open, vulnerable to attack right now. Wincing and shutting my eyes from the pain, I pull the last part out and can immediately see why this is causing me this excruciating pain. One of the bones in my bottom leg has completely snapped and is actually sticking out of my flesh. Moon goddess have mercy on me please, as I can already feel myself getting lightheaded from the sight and I need to focus hard right now if I want to make it out of here alive.
Lola POV
Especially with that rogue out here looking for me, I can’t waste any time. Taking in a few deep breaths with my eyes closed, steadying myself, I open my eyes again to assess the wound. ‘Lola, you have to push the bone back in its place, it’s the only way. Once you are finished, I will heal it back as fast as I can. You should be able to gently stand on it again after 30 minutes’ ’30 minutes?!
There is a rogue on the hunt for me and I am completely exposed here…’ ‘I am sorry, but there is no other way. Even with accelerated healing this will take time considering the excessive damage. You didn’t just break the bone a bit, it was completely cut off by the force of your body pushing forward whilst your leg was stuck in its place. With the speed you were carrying, I am actually surprised you aren’t wounded more badly even’ more badly… this is the worst wound I have ever seen on myself (yes I know I am a wimp when it comes to my own wounds). Yugh.
I decide to put one of my shirts in my mouth to bite down on, in order to muffle any sounds I will definitely make at re-arranging my own bone back into place. On the count of three, I relay to myself in my mind. 1… 2…. 3! “aaaaaarghhhhhhmpffffff.
F*CK!”. I can’t help but yell out at the pain. ‘Ok Liberty, it should be set, please heal as fast as you can OK?’ ‘I am on it. Try to crouch down so we are less visible. Seek some shelter between the boulders’ and I do as she advises of course.
The first thing you always learn as a werewolf is to always be on good terms with your wolf once they have emerged, and to always take their guidance seriously. The moon goddess gave them to us for a specific reason, and it is up to us to honor and respect our wolves. Of course there are the exceptions of ruined or even evil wolves, but generally wolves are meant to be one’s guiding compass. And I can say Liberty definitely lives up to the expectation so far. I am really fond of her.
As I am lying here waiting for my leg to heal, I hear what seems like soft steps on the boulders coming from my backside. Unable to move my leg still, all I can do is turn my head slightly in that direction. I lay completely frozen and focused on if I can hear or smell anything. ‘I have been retracting our scent, so no wolf should be able to smell us. But something feels off, be as prepared as you can be and if you feel we are in a losing battle, hand control over to me.
Try to prevent us from having to shift however, I do not want anyone -and rogues specifically- to see me’. As I hear the footsteps approaching, there is no time to dwell on why Liberty is adamant on not being seen. The footsteps come closer and closer, until I hear a man speak up “what are you doing here?”.
Turning my head, I see a naked man standing a few feet behind me. By the smell of him, this is definitely a rogue. Although he doesn’t smell badly, you can still smell what he is. Since he is in his human form, this is a rogue who is not too feral and still in control. Unable to hide my annoyance at his interference in my predicament, I reply “having a picknick.
What does it look like to you?” gesturing to my leg which has closed up, but has dried up blood all over it. While he is staring at me void of any visible emotions, I take a chance to size him up. He is a bulky guy, brown hair and amber eyes. As soon as my leg is healed, I should be able to take him down in my human form. But right now, I am as vulnerable as can be.
“Where are you from?” I contemplate how I am going to respond to that, as I have no desire whatsoever to tell anyone ever where I am from. “Nowhere. I am a rogue.”. He eyes me up and down suspiciously, before sternly answering “you don’t look like a rogue. And you sure don’t smell like one.
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