The woods were getting darker. The thunderstorm closing in. Max felt a few small droplets on his hand, and within minutes the entire group was getting rained on. Fortunately they were in their human forms so it didn't smell like a pack of wet dogs.
"We're almost there..." Ryder mentioned while walking. "It's a good thing that you're with us. Now that we have a weregorilla on our side, we have a better chance of defending ourselves against... them."
"...Them?" Max questioned
"Well... the vampires. They're jus--"
Max stopped in his tracks in the midst of Ryder's sentence.
"No, fuck this. This is stupid." Max growled
"Hmm?" one of the pack members looked at Max. What bugged him?
"No way am I gonna stick with a bunch of bitches to fight some sparkling Twilight vampires. I'm heading Southwest to avenge Harambe instead."
"...He was just a gorilla." Ryder scoffed
"WHAT. DID YOU SAY?" Max turned and glared at Ryder.
"He was just a gorilla?"
Max threw himself to the ground and changed into Harambe's form within seconds. He roared, and before the pack had a chance to react he seized Ryder by the leg and slammed him across a tree. Ryder died almost instantly as his neck snapped from the force of the collision.
"Anyone else want to say Harambe was just a gorilla?" Max stated, turning his head towards the other werewolves.
They all shook their heads.
"Good." he snarled in response.
He bounded off in the distance. He was heading Southwest towards Ohio as he promised, to avenge Harambe. Max was devoted to Harambe, and he wanted to make sure the perpetrators of his death didn't go without punishment. As he hurried to the city of Cincinnati, he could feel hot tears streaming from his eyes. 'God, I miss Harambe.' the weregorilla thought to himself.
YOU ARE READING
Touched By Harambe
Werewolf16 year old Max has a boring lifestyle. By day he wastes countless hours in school, and by night he admins a meme page. But once this teenager found out about Harambe his life changed... forever. Based on a true story
