Alone wolf

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I was lost. I couldn't find the fort. And for the first time in years, I was scared. Two weeks earlier "Ouch!" I said as that stupid knife pricked my finger again. "Forget it." I was trying to whittle more arrows, but it wasn't very easy. "I need a better knife." I said as I threw it on the ground. The smooth stone blade glistened in the sunlight. I realized how useful it was, and that I would be dead without it. "Well, maybe I just need to sharpen it." I sharpened it two weeks ago, but it seems like it was yesterday. I went to go get my stone to sharpen it. I wonder how I found all of these tools in only a few weeks. I had been living in the woods for three years now. I found a group of trees that made lovely stick holds. Eventually, they became walls of my fortress. It was small and shabby looking, so it became known as The Hut. So I live off of whatever I can find. And of course I make arrows to hunt with. Usually I use my arrows, but when I'm lucky, I can turn into a wolf and hunt. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I can do that. That's why I live in the woods in the first place. I'm a werewolf (I don't like to use that term.), but I'm certainly not a monster. I can turn into a wolf, not a vicious beast. I don't hurt anyone, and when I hunt I only take what I need. But speaking of hunting, there are hunters. They look for werewolves and try to hunt us, and so I usually hunt as a human. But anyway, I began sharpening my knife, but I could barley stand the sound it made. Once I finished, I was exhausted and thirsty. Sharpening knives is hard work, and it takes awhile. I went down to the stream to fill my canteen. I looked at my reflection in the water, but I did not like what I saw. Yikes! My face was red, my hair was a mess, and my side braid looked like roadkill. Maybe I should take a bath too... Once I finished and my hair was dry, I looked at my reflection again. It seemed like my hair was always shiny, but not oily at all. It was kind of a blonde color. It truly was pretty, but I wore it in the same way every day. My usual side braid. I'm only 12, so I haven't really been interested in hair or how I look. But I really do like it when I look pretty. Sometimes people say that I'm beautiful because of my eyes. They're blue but not so bright that they are scary. They are more like an ocean color. The thing about them is that in my wolf form, they stay the same color. For most werewolves their eyes change color, but mine don't. My wolf form is more beautiful than my human form (don't mean to brag), but still similar with blue eyes and thick fur. In wolf form, I have black fur with dark grey and brown markings. I'm a very attractive wolf, really. But I look the way werewolves should. Feminine, but with shoulders and muscles. Not the kind of muscles that would make me look bad, but so that you would know that I am strong and tough. I really like the way that I look. Now that I had finished my knife and bath, I had to work on a bigger problem. Hunting. I was starving, and I must have finished my last hunt this morning. I would have settled for a big pile of veggies, but I was going to need some for later, too. My wolf inside was hungry, too. I wanted to shift, but gotta look out for hunters! I did have a few arrowheads that were made of the same slate that my knife is made out of. It did make a good weapon, so I could kill a deer with one or two. My bow was relatively accurate, though the wood was cracking and the string wouldn't last. So anything big, fast or smart was out. I could always snare a rabbit though...   Once I found a rabbit den, and set up my snares and went back to The Hut. Now I had to wait, for a long time. I went to my bigger room, which I call my bedroom. It has a bed with a frame made out of sticks, and a mattress made out of hay and tall grasses. It also has a few shelves, a canteen, extra string and blankets, supplies for starting a fire, and my bow and arrows. I was prepared for everything when I left. I enjoyed not being bossed around by humans, but I also missed them. I wanted to go back to my family, and explain why I had left and what the note I had for them meant. It said that I had to leave because I need to be alone for a while, and I would return. It also said that I loved them and I would be ok and not to worry about me. They didn't know where I was going or why, because I didn't tell them that I was a wolf. They wouldn't let me do anything ever again! They would send me to a mental hospital to change my mind and disprove what I already have proven is true. My mother would say, "werewolves are not real, and you certainly are not one, Callie!" To them, they have to be a big perfect family, so I left. I'm not a super genius, and I'm not making biofuel or curing cancer, but I'm me. They're all perfect, which seems like a genetic abnormality in my family. So I left. I can live on my own, but not in the world. Alone, until I want to come back. When I woke up I had completely forgot about my rabbit snares. I raced down to check on them, and I was happy with what I found. One snare was empty, an owl had found it, but the two others had rabbits in them. One had brown and grey fur, and the other had white fur. I would need the furs for when winter would come. The winters of Tennessee were bitterly cold, but there is no snow. The summers are warm, and deer and rabbits like it there. However, where there are deer and rabbits, there are coyotes. I absolutely hate coyotes with a burning passion. I might've grown to like them if they didn't steal my food and chase me out of my den. Besides, when I was younger, and lived with my human family, I had a bad experience with coyotes. I had a beautiful, pitch-black cat with emerald green eyes and a baby blue collar with a bell that had the name "Magic" on it. Yeah ok, kidish name, but I was five, gimme a break. He was wonderful, he was my best friend from when I was five and up. He was not just a pet, but a friend, a companion. Magic's personality was not like other cats; he would walk straight up to you and make conversations with you (mostly asking for food). He knew when you were sad, and he would jump onto your lap and comfort you. He was always there, and we understood each other (in the most werewolf-to-cat way possible). Most of all, I loved him more than anyone. I didn't know what I would do without him. A few weeks after I addmitted that to myself, my family let him outside, just like we did every night. However, when I awoke in the morning, I was told that he did not come in. I searched everywhere for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I wouldn't stop looking. I surveyed every foot of the wooded area within a five mile radius of my house, including my current home. Eventually, I came across a coyote den and threw myself into it, dreading the horrid thought in the back of my mind. Once I had dug most of it up, I found one thing at the bottom. A baby blue collar with a bell on it that read "Magic." That was the day I broke. the day that turned me cold. I felt my heart shatter and the world around me ceased. I sobbed for hours clutching the collar to my heart. Then, I realized that coyotes do not understand boundaries, things they cannot touch. Coyotes are much like wolves, but they're more like vermin than the fine species of canine that I am bred from. Plus, they know what they're doing. They knew that I was a wolf, and they knew how much Magic meant to me. And they did it anyways. That is why I hate coyotes so much, and I swore I would never let that happen again. I made a grave for Magic on the coyote den, and I still visit it today. 

~Sorry I haven't been on for so long... I kinda forgot about this story XD, but I also didn't know what to write about, until the Magic story actually happened...~

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