"Fire...burning everywhere. A blood curdling scream over came my ears, enclosed them so all I could here was death. I breathed in only to regret it seconds later because my senses where filled with the ashes of dead..."
I watched them all die at at nine. I ran with twenty other survivors most nine to fourteen. I had to carry my weight because no one would do it for me. Life was hard, death seemed to easy so we survived, barley.
I made a bow from a fallen tree at age ten with a old knife when, our leader Darko died at age fourteen, cutting us from our main food provider.
So many deaths came from the rouges. My family. My once growing pack of survivors. I knew others had faced he same fate.
I had to arise from the ashes of so many fallen warriors. I swore never to let another wolf feel the pain of losing family to a rouge. I shift into my now deep red wolf and howled at the moon. My fur already coated from the many kills that where to come. I am the Protecter of the wolves I will stop at nothing to put a end to the rouge nation.
But some thing just don't die... The past, hatred.... Love.
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The Wherewolf Protecters
Werewolf"Fire...burning everywhere. A blood curdling scream over came my ears, enclosed them so all I could here was death. I breathed in only to regret it seconds later because my senses where filled with the ashes of dead..." I watched them all die at at...
