He grunted, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his forehead, seeing the glimmering of trees in the distance.
Was it a mirage or was that actually a treeline?
He stumbled towards it, licking his lips at the thought of water.
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥!
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴!
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦!
He growled, pushing towards the treeline, watching as it grew closer and closer and realised it wasn't a mirage.
He could smell water, sweet and tempting, drawing him towards it, his mouth drying even more as he craved the sweet taste.
Stumbling he broke through the treeline, finding a puddle but he didn't care, he needed water.
Falling to the ground and hungrily lapping up the precious liquid he paid no heed to his surroundings and stopped when he heard the click of a gun.
"What have we here?" A voice asked and he raised his eyes, seeing a group of humans standing around him, weapons raise.
Slowly he raised his hands, sitting back on his ankles as he regarded the group before him.
"I'm Braaka..."
"A wolf!" A female voice snapped. "We should kill it!"
"I have information!" Braaka said quickly, curling his body into a submissive position.
"And you think we need this information why?" A man asked and Braaka looked up, seeing an older man with a scar that ran down the left side of his face.
"You're at war aren't you?" Braaka asked.
"Yes, with your kind." The man answered, laughing. "Or have you forgotten you're a wolf?"
"I'm a rouge." Braaka answered, lowering his head again. "Banished for the crime of loving the new Queen."
"And you come to us why?" The man snapped.
"The King has taken her." Braaka answered, dropping into a submissive position again. "She is my mate."
"I've heard of this whole mate thing." The woman spoke again. "Isn't this bond wolves share so overpowering that you will choose no other?"
"He is the King." Braaka responded, looking up. "No one would defy him. He is the greatest of all the Alphas, able to bend anyone to his will."
"Even your mate it seems." The man spoke again, tapping his chin. "Braaka wasn't it."
Braaka nodded, biting his lip as he hoped his lie would hold up.
"Take him." The man stated and Braaka looked up, seeing him turn on his heel as hands grabbed him, pulling him up.
A gun was pressed into the base of his back as he was prodded forward through the forest and he smiled mentally.
Watch out whore!
I'll so have my own army and I'll be coming for you!