Okay guys! Here is chapter 1 of my new story, Meet Me In The Moonlight! Enjoy!

~DA2014

Meet Me In The Moonlight

Chapter 1

Olena Belikova was a beautiful wolf, with her rustic reddish brown coat of fur and deep brown eyes. For the past 63 days, she had been carrying the alpha male's pups inside of her, allowing them room to grow. She could not tell for sure how many pups she had inside of her, but the average was between four and six. Either way, there was a high percentage that most of them would not survive the harsh February weather, either from starvation or the wintery conditions outside her den. She had previously birthed 2 litters to the alpha, but none of the males survived. Aleksandor had claimed that this was the last chance she would receive form him. If he did not gain a male heir from her, she and her prior pups would be cast away from the pack, ultimately leading to their death. Aleksandor was by no means a kind leader. He was often found fighting the others for no reason, taking food from the pack, and casting them all away. He had previously fought Olena, before mating to her again. She was left wounded, and close to death. If not for her mother's protection and intervention, it was likely that Olena would have died that day. Now, two months after mating, Olena was in the final stage of giving birth to her third litter. Yeva, her mother, stood nearby, nuzzling her face and whimpering her encouragement to her daughter. Olena howled as she gave birth to four tiny pups. The first born, a girl, was to be called Meredith. She was a bright red pup, and abnormally silent. Next came Dimitri, a young boy, whose coat was a deep reddish brown color. He immediately began to move around in search of his mother's teat and nourishment. Right as Dimitri found a teat and took his first milk from his mother, Mikhail was born. He was a little brown thing, and full of energy. He quickly found purchase in his mother's milk just as the last-born came. The small black pup would be called Christian.

After the birth of her four young pups, Olena quickly licked the fetal sac and placenta away from her pups, providing her with a quick meal full of vitamins that would be essential to her pups future development. When she had finished, she continued to lick her pups clean, which encouraged them to urinate. This kept the birthing area clean and odor-free. Shortly after their first meal, the three boys nuzzled their way to Olena's warm underbelly. Meredith had not moved since her birth, so Yeva went to look at the pup. After giving her a quick series of sniffs, Yeva threw her head into and released a mournful howl. Meredith had been born still, and did not survive. Olena only dropped her head onto her front paws, briefly allowing herself to mourn the loss of her daughter. At that moment, Karolina and Sonya came running into their mother's den.

Aleksandor is coming Mama! Karolina spoke to her mother, breathless.

All werewolves had the ability to speak to another's mind, though they could also understand their howls.

As Aleksandor entered the den, Karolina and Sonya quickly ran behind their Yeva, who now stood over her daughter protectively. His golden coat and blue eyes were deceptive, giving an illusion of angelicness.

Has your bitch given me a son yet? He rudely asked Yeva.

If she has, you shall know in 10 days, when they first see the monster that is their father. Yeva spat.

You will watch your tongue! I am your alpha. If you don't, you shall stand the perils of this forest on your own, without the pack's protection.

I am not scared of the forest or you. I am only scared for my daughter. She stays to please you, but I will not hesitate to kill you the next time you lay tooth or claw to her body.

Aleksandor's only response was to snort and leave the den. Yeva turned to the two girls, who had laid themselves down behind their mother in hopes of seeing their new siblings.

Go fetch your mother some meat. She will need it for your new brothers.

Brothers? Sonya's ears perked at hearing the word. How many?

Three. Do not let Aleksandor hear of this.

The two girls rose and ran to get their mother some meat so eat. The girls were the lone survivors of their own litters. Karolina, the oldest, was born on a snowy January night. She had been born with four other girls, but none of them lasted more than two weeks. Two had died from the severe cold and the other two were still-born. Sonya, the second eldest, was born on a bright April morning. With two brothers and three sisters, Sonya had the smallest chance of survival. The first boy had wandered out of the den unprotected before he was snatched up by a golden eagle and never seen again. Two little girls had fallen to to starvation. It wasn't that Olena was rejecting them her milk or meat, but they would not eat whenever food was available to them. The other boy had followed a young bear cub out of the den and fallen prey to the mother bear.

Olena and Yeva alike both prayed that these boys would survive, not for the sake of Aleksandor, but for the sake of Olena. She had already lost so many pups and Yeva hated to see her daughter so mournful. Karolina and Sonya quickly returned with meat for their mother. They carried it over and set it in front of her nose. As Olena rose to eat, her young boys began their high-pitched protests, so Yeva and their sisters swept in to provide warmth. Mikhail, ever the active one often walked to one of his sister's noses and sat their sniffing before going to his grandmother and repeating this motion. After Olena had eaten her fill, she returned to the circle her family had made around the young ones and laid herself down. The boys, aware of their mother's return, crept back into the tiny pcoket she had left open to them. Once she felt all three of them below her, she lowered herself gently and kept them warm from the harsh weather outside. Yeva moved to lay beside her daughter's back and rested her head over her neck. Aleksadnor may never love Olena, but Yeva would always love her little girl.

There it is y'all! Leave me some love!

~DA2014