Mistaken Identity

Theory had been watching Void from the underbrush when he'd been swept away. She had taken a liking to the quiet little boy and had been about to invite him for a walk when the water had developed a mind of its own. Although she had yelled after him, her voice alone did no good against the power of nature. Theory pounded the sand behind him and leaped into the water. All of Abaven faded away from her mind, crystallizing into Void alone. She couldn't stand to watch a pack member perish when there was something she could do about it.

Although the salt stung her eyes and nose, she followed the bob of his head above the water. Good, that's it! Just keep paddling! Instinct would take over and keep him alive - hopefully long enough for her to reach him. Swimming after him in these conditions was a losing game. Their only hope was that he washed ashore safely on the other side.

Theory almost went under herself a few times, but sheer determination drove her through the waves and towards the shore. By the time she sputtered up onto the sand she was shaking with exhaustion. Swimming in those conditions was much, much harder than she'd thought it would be. Just when she thought there would be a happy ending to this story (which she considered never, ever telling Shaye about - the already stressed alpha didn't need anything else to worry about), Void was snatched up by a titanic black wolf.

"Stop!" she roared, finding renewed vigor. Theory jumped towards him with her hackles raised, not a care in the world for how unequally matched she was. "Leave him be! He is a child of Abaven!" And my family. Theo bore her fangs and exerted as much dominance as her aching muscles would allow. Her ears darted forward and she strained towards her full 41 inches of height.