Greyson's POV:
It was early morning in the open area of the forests where we own and share caves. The sky was a beautiful light shade of yellow and the grass blades have a light coat of mist on them. The only sound you can here are some soft humming of bugs and musical chirps from birds in nearby trees. I'm currently sitting in the grass. I let out a content sigh as I watch a ladybug land on top of my muzzle.
'Oh how I wish this will last forever'
*crack*
I quickly turned my head to my left to see 'her'. I turn my head back and grunt. Why is she here I didn't even know she got up this early. Even the other wolf pack's haven't woken up yet. I see her turn her head to me with her ears flat on her head and tail between her hind legs. I wonder why she's such a scary cat. I'm not going to do anything. Geez. I lay down in the mist carefully not to disturb the ladybug on me and close my eyes.
Fern' POV:
I was sleeping next to Mary (Greyson's mom) and Todd (Greyson's father) until I felt the sun's ray on my face. I slowly rose from my spot careful not to disturb the sleeping wolves in this cave. I slowly made my way past the others to reach the entrance. I'm also scanning the wolves I past remembering every time they tortured and bullied me for being the only hazel colored wolf. I envied all of their fur colors because I'm not like them. They have the most beautiful colors like some are grey, black, smokey, dark grey, and some are even pure white that shines in the moon. That's Greyson's color but he also has an outline of silver too because Mary is silver and Todd is pure white. I think it would be very nice to have fur like that. Maybe then they would treat me like family. Don't get me wrong, Mary and Todd are very nice but that's only two out of thirty wolves. I'm outside by now and I noticed a wolf just a little to my right as I got closer I see that it was our leader. He is very important to me. Not only did he untie me that one time he also doesn't have a problem with me hanging around his parents(I hope). He is very smart too, he knows how to take down a caribou by himself with little injuries.
As I'm walking I accidentally stepped on a tig. He turned his head towards me and I automatically froze with my ears down tail between my legs. Then he turned back around and grunted. I whimpered a little bit and made my way to the secret place I always head too, the pond. Now only I go there to retrieve water in this bucket I made. That too also makes me unwanted to everyone else, I'm the only one who can make things when I'm either a wolf or a human. That's what makes them angry, in their human form they don't have a talent other than gathering and training in case of emergencies. I'm the only crafter In the pack because I'm pretty weak. After a short walk im already there. Little did I know someone followed me.
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Wolf Pack
RomanceGreyson is your typical alpha wolf pack leader that has no intention of showing his caring and protective side that is behind his macho face to the pack. But what if the pack's weakling, Fern breaks the mask.
