Alex
I woke up next to a big fireplace on a deep dark blue rug and notice no sunlight filtering through the windows, so it was still nighttime.
I feel my senses come back to me as I feel my leg was bound by something, along with my ribs. I flatten my ears and grumble while looking around warily.
"Careful! Try not to move, I bandaged up your leg, but I had no choice but to tie bandages around your waist, you broke a couple of ribs." The woman that I saw said and the way she spoke curled around my mind, making me want to smile.
I couldn't smile however, as my wolf form does not allow me to do anything but pick up my muzzle.
"I heard that there was a big pack fight amongst you wolves. What happened for it to go that bad?" The woman asks out but I remain silent.
I look around and notice I was laying inside a light wooden stained cabin and had to chuckle, I had a superstition about cabins, I was told when I was younger by my much older brother that cabins were owned by witches, thus scaring the bejeezus out of me and creating a fear of cabins.
But she doesn't look like a witch.
She's just a human, who took me in.
Who bandaged me up, and is giving me a nice warm place to stay. I felt immense warmth spread throughout my body, but what kept coming back to me was the memories of the battle, the quick but seemingly endless battle for The Alpha position.
The leader of the rogue pack assembled an attack on me and my hunting party to assume The Alpha position by killing me, my pack stood in front of me before that could happen and told me to run, they sacrificed themselves for me.
They knew that the pack needed an Alpha and I was the leader, it all fell onto me to put an end to the rogues constantly waging war on Packs.
I could not let their deaths be for nothing, I had sent out my most trusted men and best friend with me and they were slaughtered just for being out of the pack territory lines with me. I needed to gather my bearings and establish my pack in the woods again and fight back against the rogues that wants my pack.
I get up or try to scramble up onto all fours, but the searing white-hot pain that shot through my left leg to my head had me whining and barking as I collapsed onto the hardwood floor.
My eyes roll into the back of my head and I pass out once again as I feel warm sticky liquid cascading down my body and pooling around me.