I wake and yawn. My pelt is warmed by the golden light coming in through the entrance, and I just lie there enjoying the feeling.
For the first time in years I am happy.
I leap up from my position and run around in the clearing. I frolic like a pup, jumping and chasing my tail, fighting make-believe enemies
When I am thoroughly tired, I pad down to the stream for a drink.
As I lean down to lap up some water, I catch a glimpse of movement behind me. My head snaps up and I perk my ears, but after a few moments I don't see anything more and quickly gulp some water and return home.
The rest of the day I am uneasy, looking over my shoulder and scenting the air.
Finally I get hungry, and I'm forced to leave the safety of my den.
I backtrack to where I buried the deer yesterday, but stop in my tracks when I enter the clearing.
My kill had been dug up, and all that was left was bones.
I search the area, hoping for a clue that it was just another animal, but my heart sinks when I catch a scent.
Even through the blood from my kill, there is no mistaking the scent of the wolf.
My first instinct is to tuck tail and hide, but I resolve not to. I'm not a scared little omega any more. I won't let some wolf trespass on my territory, and eat my kill and let them get away with it.
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The Chosen; Before the Journey
RandomOwl was on the brink of death, already in Sky Meadow when she was given a second chance. Waking up, she starts a new life with strange new powers thanks to a string of glittering jewels. Not soon after she settles in, she meets a black he-wolf with...
