The next day Allison and I were walking home together.
We decided to take a shortcut through the woods.
We clasped our hands and began swinging them back and forth to the rhythm of our steps, looking at our feet.
We heard a low growl and looked up. We saw a deep gray wolf, with blood and foam dripping from its mouth. a shiver rolled down my spine. Allison gripped my hand tighter. I could feel my blood slowly turn to ice.
The beast scanned us for a vulnerable spot. its great amber eyes landed on our hands. Then it pounced, and everything changed.
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Half Wolf
FantasyIf you live among wolfs you are one with the pack The pack is your strength your pride and your soul In strength and in weakness you are forced to stay strong But what if one was not born a wolf all along?
