When i caught up with my alpha he was waiting at the edge of a cliff. He turned human and shaked my hand "It's nice to meet you hunter." "It's nice to meet you too..." "Call me Alpha." He walked off, rambling on about survival. I already know all about survival, just needed to alter them. As we were walking in silence, a drift of wind blew past, carrying the smell of gunpowder. Alpha also smelt it. We started running, me on hands and feet and Alpha in wolf form.
My father ran out in front of me and was stunned to see me a werewolf. I ran past him and jumped onto Alphas back and attacked his neck. When he collapsed, he was dead. I turned human and turned around to face my family. I reasoned with them, saying how on full moons, i could be chained up and i could be helpful to hunt other werewolves, like a personal werewolf hound to sniff the others out. They smiled at me, i heard a clock of a gun and BANG!!!
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Short Stories
Historia CortaThese are just some short stories. They may be dark or light, happy or sad, violent or peaceful, Enjoy :)
