on a small twig and it snapped, scaring Samantha half to death. She turned in the direction of the noise, a scream catching in her throat.
“Hey, it’s okay…” He promised in a strong deep voice. Samantha didn’t say anything, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing this deep in the forest this late at night?”
Samantha’s voice quivered with fear and apprehension, “I… I was taking a hike and got lost…” She responded, not taking her eyes off of him.
“And what happened to your leg?” He asked delicately. Samantha furrowed her brow and tilted her head to the side, not sure how he could possibly know about her injured ankle, “I noticed you’re favoring it…” He clarified.
Samantha looked down at the ground, “I just twisted my ankle… I’ll be alright…”
“Come with me… I’ll take a look at it…” He offered, holding out his hand.
Samantha hesitated, and for good reason. She didn’t know this man, even though he was a fellow wolf he could be a rogue, and rogues were quite dangerous.
“Come on, I’m not going to hurt you. You can trust me.” He cooed.
Samantha frowned but she took his hand. He smiled and helped her up, quickly pulling her into his arms, carrying her. He moved through the forest quickly and Samantha could tell that he was well adapted to the environment around them. He carried her for about another hundred yards, and then an old nineteen-fifty’s, she wasn’t sure of the exact year, pickup truck came into view. In the bed of the truck was the deer he had caught.
Once they reached the truck the young man opened the passenger side door and placed Samantha in the seat. He reclined it for her and helped her fasten the seatbelt.
“Try to rest. I’ll wake you when we get where we’re going.” He prompted. Samantha nodded slowly, her eyes already feeling heavy. He went around to the other side of the truck and got into the driver’s seat, driving away. The low roar of the engine slowly lulled Samantha to sleep. She dozed in and out of wakefulness while the young man drove, and in what felt like mere seconds to Samantha, he was carrying her out of his truck and into his home.
He carefully placed her on his couch once they were inside and he turned on an undersized lamp that was on a side table. Exhausted Samantha just let him remove her shoe and sock in order to examine her injured foot. He gently used his hands to assess the injury and Samantha watched him, bleary-eyed.
“What’s your name?” She asked after a very long and awkward silence.
“Kedar, but you’re welcome to call me Kit…” He replied.
“Kit?” Samantha asked, “That’s an odd nickname.”
“It’s what everyone has called me since I was a kid,” Kedar responded. He looked up from Samantha’s ankle, “It looks like it’s a minor fracture. I’ll splint it for you and it should be fine in the morning. Or you’ll at least be able to put weight on it.”
Samantha nodded slowly, “Alright, thank you, very much.”
Kedar shifted, “It’s very late. I’m sure your pack is wondering where you are, but you should probably stay put for the night. You don’t look like you’re going to take up much space anyway,” He observed with a slight chuckle, “Let me get that splint.”
Samantha nodded in response, but didn’t say anything. Kedar left the room quickly and Samantha looked around at her surroundings. All of the furniture was made of wood, very obviously handcrafted, including the couch that she laid upon. The television was old with rabbit-ear antennae and a VHS player was hooked up to it. It seemed as though the room belonged in an older gentleman’s home and not a young man’s, especially one who looked as though he was barely out of his teens. Samantha frowned, wondering why such a handsome young man didn’t have more age appropriate décor.
Kedar came back into the room with an
“Hey, it’s okay…” He promised in a strong deep voice. Samantha didn’t say anything, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing this deep in the forest this late at night?”
Samantha’s voice quivered with fear and apprehension, “I… I was taking a hike and got lost…” She responded, not taking her eyes off of him.
“And what happened to your leg?” He asked delicately. Samantha furrowed her brow and tilted her head to the side, not sure how he could possibly know about her injured ankle, “I noticed you’re favoring it…” He clarified.
Samantha looked down at the ground, “I just twisted my ankle… I’ll be alright…”
“Come with me… I’ll take a look at it…” He offered, holding out his hand.
Samantha hesitated, and for good reason. She didn’t know this man, even though he was a fellow wolf he could be a rogue, and rogues were quite dangerous.
“Come on, I’m not going to hurt you. You can trust me.” He cooed.
Samantha frowned but she took his hand. He smiled and helped her up, quickly pulling her into his arms, carrying her. He moved through the forest quickly and Samantha could tell that he was well adapted to the environment around them. He carried her for about another hundred yards, and then an old nineteen-fifty’s, she wasn’t sure of the exact year, pickup truck came into view. In the bed of the truck was the deer he had caught.
Once they reached the truck the young man opened the passenger side door and placed Samantha in the seat. He reclined it for her and helped her fasten the seatbelt.
“Try to rest. I’ll wake you when we get where we’re going.” He prompted. Samantha nodded slowly, her eyes already feeling heavy. He went around to the other side of the truck and got into the driver’s seat, driving away. The low roar of the engine slowly lulled Samantha to sleep. She dozed in and out of wakefulness while the young man drove, and in what felt like mere seconds to Samantha, he was carrying her out of his truck and into his home.
He carefully placed her on his couch once they were inside and he turned on an undersized lamp that was on a side table. Exhausted Samantha just let him remove her shoe and sock in order to examine her injured foot. He gently used his hands to assess the injury and Samantha watched him, bleary-eyed.
“What’s your name?” She asked after a very long and awkward silence.
“Kedar, but you’re welcome to call me Kit…” He replied.
“Kit?” Samantha asked, “That’s an odd nickname.”
“It’s what everyone has called me since I was a kid,” Kedar responded. He looked up from Samantha’s ankle, “It looks like it’s a minor fracture. I’ll splint it for you and it should be fine in the morning. Or you’ll at least be able to put weight on it.”
Samantha nodded slowly, “Alright, thank you, very much.”
Kedar shifted, “It’s very late. I’m sure your pack is wondering where you are, but you should probably stay put for the night. You don’t look like you’re going to take up much space anyway,” He observed with a slight chuckle, “Let me get that splint.”
Samantha nodded in response, but didn’t say anything. Kedar left the room quickly and Samantha looked around at her surroundings. All of the furniture was made of wood, very obviously handcrafted, including the couch that she laid upon. The television was old with rabbit-ear antennae and a VHS player was hooked up to it. It seemed as though the room belonged in an older gentleman’s home and not a young man’s, especially one who looked as though he was barely out of his teens. Samantha frowned, wondering why such a handsome young man didn’t have more age appropriate décor.
Kedar came back into the room with an
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