Jack was originally raised by wolves, until a gang takes him
away and Jack is introduced to a new member to the team.
Someone he finds very attractive...
-Word Count: 1790-

A little baby boy was placed in a river, he shot off down the stream. The, what seems to be, mother was soon shot and killed at sight. Since the law was changed to only having one child and she refused to give either one up, she ran down looking for somewhere to hide her baby but was being chased. That's how he ended up in the river.

The water was filling the cot, weighing it down, pushing the cot underwater drowning the small child. The cot hit a pointed rock in the river and flipped the cot sending the baby onto land where it helplessly choked and cried for help. The little brown haired haired boy crawled helplessly towards a bright light, he crawled forward more and noticed huge wolves fighting, clawing each other viciously, around the fire. The baby began to cry loudly at the sight of pain which drew attention to the wolves, a wolf with a back scruff of hair on its head slowly prowled up to the boy who quivered in fear. He growled and swatted his paw it him.
'No!' A booming voice stated, which came from a near by poorly set up tent.
'Do not harm the child Mark.' He scoffed, the wolf started at the boy and backed away lowering his head as the other wolf came closer. He had purple hair on the tips of his ears and underneath his chin, the scruff on top his head was purple too. The little boy splashed the wet mud, rolling his whole body around in it.

The purple haired wolf looked around and attempted to pick him up by the cuff of his neck only resulting in the boy yelping in pain. He jotted away quickly and noticed a loose white clothing tied around his lower half, he picked him up using that and carried him to the fire where other wolves stopped to stair at the boy.
'Alpha? What is it?' A thin wolf asked whose hair was brown and curly.
'A boy, PJ. They aren't a threat unless brought up like one...' He said boldly, he nodded his head and backed away.

The purple haired wolf began to clean the boy throwing the White sheet that covered his lower half away and sitting him up.
'Boy, speak.' He commanded, the little brown haired boy stuck his tongue out playfully and blew little bubbles, giggling.
'Boy! S-' the purple haired wolf was stopped by a baby wolf bouncing to him in the area he was in and toggling on his fur.
'Papa! Papa! Can I play with it?' His child asked innocently, he looked up to see his tired wife, Mary, smiling at him,
'Alright. Only for a little bit, take him to the river and make sure he doesn't get muddy.' He said lifting the boy off the table and setting him on his child's back and watched her trot along to the river.

She set him down by the river and watched him as he tried to stand, she giggled lightly and helped him only the grass. The boy fell flat on his face and the grass stained the hair and his hands, he started cried again. The little wolves ears pricked up and quickly tried to stop the boy from crying, the sky started to crack up and rain played down on the two.
The little wolf picked the boy up and carried him to camp where he was put by the fire to sleep.
'Honey, he needs a name.' Mary whispered to her husband as she watched over the sleeping baby.
'Well, I don't know what to call him...'
'Seán? Like in sea. He came from the river, you know?' She suggested,
'I was thinking Jack but you can call him Seán and we'll call him Jack!'

***

Jack slowly explored the tents that were badly set up, having no training on how to fix them he was helpless in this situation. For his whole life, which had only been 8 years, Mark had hated him. He never knew why until today when he wanted to ask him. Jack slowly crawled up to the tent where Mark was asleep, he poked his back with a twig and he shot around.
'Go away!..' He mumbled angrily, Jack sat down next to him and poked him again,
'I said... Go away!-' Jack interrupted Mark by standing up on his knees and growling at him,
'Why do you hate me!? I've done nothing; nothing to you! But you hate me!' He yelled drawing attention to a few wolves prowling around the tent.

'YOU! YOUR KIND! WHATEVER YOU ARE! YOUR KIND KILLED MY FATHER! SHOT HIM LIKE IT WAS NOTHING! YOU LITTLE MONSTER WILL GROW INTO A HORRID SHIT HEAD LIKE THE ONE WHO KILLED MY DAD!' Mark screamed knocking Jacks torso and flinging him to the ground drawing the whole packs attention now.
'Just.. Piss off..' He scowled turning to fall asleep again.

Ken, the Alpha, sped over to Jack and cradled his injures and took him back to the 'Alphas tent' where he shivered due to the cold. The skin of a deer lay on the ground, Ken picked it up and placed the fur side over Jack and rubbed his nose against his head as he watched him fall to sleep.
Ken angrily stormed to where Mark lay and growled deeply,
'Mark! We treat that boy as our own! He will never be like the people who shot your father!' Ken yelled, Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes.

'Sure... Whatever, you just wait and see him turn against you quicker that fire spreads in a forest...'
'Mark!'
'Juuust wait...' He said rolling over again.

***

Jack turned 10 today and was planning to go with Layla to play like usual, although it was pouring it down with rain. The tribe had warned them as the hunters were out around this time of year, but they didn't care, they liked to disobey the orders or the group sometimes. It was early in the morning and they slowly snuck out of there places where they slept, Jack copied the Layla's actions as she lay flat on the floor and pushed herself forward. Jack tried this but it wasn't as easy as he was never given clothes as the wolves don't wear clothes so they had none to give him.

They were playing and laughing quietly as they splashed each other with the cold water. They heard a crack of a twig behind them, before they could do anything two big furs laws were clasped around there mouths, the spun around and saw PJ and Mark.
'What are you doing!?' They whisper yelled, 'the hunters might catch you! Let's just go back to camp and-'
What they heard next was something they didn't ever want to hear.
The sound of a gun cocking was heard behind the wolves and Jack, a gruff voice spoke,
'It's okay kid. Just back away slowly... I'll shoot them if they try to hurt ya!' The man said aiming a gun to Mark and a boy around Jacks age with blonde hair shakily held a gun to the back on PJs neck.

'No, sir! Don't shoot them! They are my friends!' Jack pleaded standing in front of the wolves shivering due to the cold.
The men started to talk to each other when the older man grabbed Jacks arm pulling him to the group. Mark swung his paw trying to grab Jack away from the hunters when...

BANG!

A clap sound echoed across the trees scaring birds away. Marks lifeless body lay on the muddy ground, not moving at all. They all remained quiet except Jack who only managed to make small whimpers,
'You can thank us later kid, Felix, take him to camp! Get him in clothes and warm!' The man commanded,
The blonde boy nodded in reply,
'Yes sir!' He began to pull Jack away with force as the people fired more bullets at the wolves.

'No! NO! STOP!' Jack screamed pulling towards the men,
'STOP! YOU'RE INSANE! ALPHA! HELP!' Jack screamed
Only seconds passed and Ken, the Alpha, charged through the trees and followed the voice of Jack. He noticed him being dragged away and charged at the blonde boy dragging him away but was stopped my the older man pointing a gun to his head,
'Get away from this child you bitch!' He shouted looking at Ken but waving the gun in Layla's direction, Ken growled and stepped backwards and ran to Layla and saw Marks body on the floor. After the hunters and all either ran away for gone back to camp they pulled him to base where they did everything to nurse him back to full health.

Jack screamed and tugged away as the blonde boy pulled him to wherever.
'Will you just stop! We're trying to help you!' The blonde boy said turning to face Jack, still grabbed onto his wrist.
'No!' Jack cried, 'they were my friends! I don't even fucking know your name!'
The blonde haired boy shook his head,
'Felix, I'm Felix. Now, will you come with me!? I'm trying to stay in this group!' Felix loudly murmured,
'Jack..' Jack said rubbing his arm nervously, Felix noticed Jack shivering and looked down to inspect what trousers he had on,
'AH!' Felix screamed as he blushed hardly, Jack stood there in shock,
'What?' He whispered in a worried state,
'Why.. Do.. You.. Not.. Have.. Any clothes on?!' Felix shouted in a whispered shush, Jack tilted his head and looked down at him self,
'Clothes?' He repeated, Felix blushed deeply and pulled down his hood revealing his whole face, he pulled off his coat and threw it and Jack trying not to look at him until he had it on but the coat hit Jack and fell to the ground. Jack seemed to only be looking at Felix,
'Dude! What are you doing?' Felixs face stayed red as he noticed Jacks dick has gone hard,
'Just-..' Felix put the coat around Jack and zipped it up,
'I'll sort it later...' He whispered taking Jacks hand and pulling him through the knotted woods to a camp with a fire in the centre. Felix pushed Jack into what seemed to be a back tent that no one knew about.

'Just... be quiet' Felix whispered taking off Jacks coat and throwing it on the ground. He lay Jack on his back on a table and sat on his stomach,
'No promises.' Jack teases.