I'd like to give thanks to my dear online friend who helped write the beginning and concept of this story.

"Run! Now!" Her inner wolf repeated, desperation thick in her voice. "We can't let them catch us!" She cried.

Isla blinked back tears of pain and fear as she rushed through the woods on all fours, branches hitting her as she ran, leaving scrapes that matted her pure white fur down against her body. The knots became increasingly painful with every rippling movement.

"I....c-can't..." she panted, her pace beginning to slow, exhaustion taking over. Her wolf body weighed her down. The young wolf had been running since before dawn, and it was now well past midnight. Her body ached, her limbs burned, her lungs felt as if they were on fire. But she had to keep pushing. Isla had to get away from her pack— her kidnappers. It was a matter of life and death, and she wanted to live. She rushed into a clear field, decorated by all types of flowers and tall grass running until she hit half way into the clearing. She collapsed, panting heavily as the gash on her right side started to bleed once again.

"Get up! Run!" Her  inner wolf screamed in desperation, but Isla just couldn't. Closing her eyes, she shifted back to her human form; a young 19 year old who was so malnourished and dehydrated, her body looked closer to a frail 16 year old. She was in horrible shape, battered and beaten, with scars and bruises all over. She laid there, in the cool grass field, unaware that she had stumbled into the territory of another pack, The Lucille Pack. In houses not even a mile away, each wolf member quickly awoke to the smell of another wolf among them.

It was Felix who first found her. Another wolf in his pack's territory. He had been out, admiring the view and nonchalantly walking a regular morning patrol— the scent hit him first, and he quickly shifted into his wolf. His wolf was deep black, an ebony nose and dark brown eyes to match. He was quick, and thickly furred.

He quickly tracked the new scent. Already, he could smell it was a young female. She couldn't have been any older than he was at the time. He'd just turned 19 years old a few weekends prior.

Soon, he found her at the edge of their territory in a large field. The field sprouted tall stalks of barley and waving flowers, scented quite beautifully, but not beautifully enough to cover up the scent of a clearly wounded animal— or woman.

When he found her, she was unconscious. He released an echoing howl, alerting his pack to a newcomer; and then, morphing back into his human self, the young man lifted her into his arms and began making way to their pack's community building.

The Lucille Pack resided in a small town, close to human civilisation for convenience, and close to other wolf's territories for allyship and dominion. Still, the Lucile Pack was not to be reckoned with. They were a large pack, larger than most, and with a famous and formidable Alpha— one that Felix knew well as "Dad".

Felix already felt fond of this unconscious girl, despite not even knowing who she was. He dared not let anyone else take her from his arms as he carried her into the medical bay. They pulled her onto a flat bed, monitoring her stats; all of which were good, except she was terribly malnourished and dehydrated. The first thing the doctors did was hook up an IV to get fluids in her.

All the while, Felix sat bedside with worry until she came to.

Isla had been on the run for nearly two weeks in attempts of staying free, staying out of the grips of the Shadow Pack and their witches who captured her. Her body was pushed to the limits and her wolf was badly injured, forcing her to shift back to her human form. Isla had barely made it to the edge of the Lucille Pack's territory. Only when she stepped over that invisible barrier had they pulled back and retreated, not prepared to take on any territory at the time.

Isla was so exhausted she hadn't felt the man picking her up, yet her wolf still shifted under her skin as if she was edging closer towards the stranger. Isla fell limp as he carried her, the extent of her exhaustion evident in how she passed out, how she couldn't keep her eyes open for even a moment while he held her, carrying her to the community building.

Even before her loss in weight, Isla was a small woman standing all of five feet and one inch. She had long, wavy white hair that matched the coat of her wolf, and her eyes were bright green. She was pale from lack of sun but tanned when she got it, and had a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Isla only had the clothes on her back which were hardly clothes at all, having been ripped and dirtied in her mighty escape.

It had been nearly twelve hours before her eyes opened. Isla squinted from the bright light that was on in her room, even though he could see it was dark outside through the window. The lights were fluorescent, blinding. Isla sat up in her bed with a soft groan from her body being sore. Quickly scanning the room, she couldn't make out anything familiar, quickly realizing she had no idea where she was.

It wasn't until her eyes landed on the man sitting not to far from her that she jumped, startled by his presence. She didn't know who he was or what he wanted so she screamed, they both screamed. With tears in her eyes, she hopped off the bed, nearly pulling her IVs out in a desperate attempt to get away from him with strong, trauma-ridden fear.

"Woah, woah!" As the distraught woman pulled up from her bed, screaming, Felix quickly stood and lifted his hands innocently, as if being questioned by the police. "It's okay," he tried to coax her, "We're here to help you. We're just getting you hydrated, that's all. That's why you're here". His voice was deep and smooth, warmly speaking. He was gentle, and even his calloused hands showed it, despite the ruffian life he lived as the heir to the throne in the Lucille Pack.

Of course, this new woman didn't need to know that. Felix was sick and tired of being treated as different, as superior, or as some mythical being. All of the women in the pack worshipped him— of course, this didn't mean they actually wanted to be with him, and if he ever asked, he knew that any one of them would say know. All it meant was that they admired his position of power, and his authority. Even the males in the pack offered him deep respect... but it wasn't just respect. It was something otherly, as if they didn't see him as a fellow wolf, but rather as a deity of some sort.

He was never included in hunts, even if he led them; he'd inevitably run too far ahead and take down prey alone, or he'd fall too far behind as the rest of the pack struggled to stay away from him.

Having lived a life in isolation, greatly admired from afar, Felix was shocked as this woman screamed at the sight of him. He wasn't ugly, after all; he was rather normal looking, with dark brown eyes and short, thick black hair that matched the coat of his wolf. A muscular but lean, tall build, with darkly tanned skin and a bit of texture here and there. His face was strong and masculine, with a bit of a shadow where his stubble grew along his jawline.

And yet, this woman's shriek at him enticed him. She didn't automatically love, admire, or respect him— for once in his life, he would have to earn that.

He cooed again, although a little exasperated, "It's okay. You're safe here."