The Inside Wolf

Chapter 1

(Sofia's POV)

I opened my muzzle and let out a long loud yawn. My eyes fluttered opened and I stared at my shared den. The leaves covering the roof and the clay mud walls, home sweet home. Alex or better known as Cloud Runner by the pack was sleeping in the corner again. I padded over to her and nudged her with my snout. "Alex, come one wake up,"

"5 minutes mom,"

I rolled my eyes and gave her a quick nip on the ear. "IM UP!" She squealed.

I laughed and padded out the door. The sun was rising and its golden rays were shining through the bracken that surrounded the camp. "Wanna go for a hunt? We haven't gone in a while?"

Alex was next to me and staring out into the forest. We had recently both became leaders of the pack and we were restricted to stay inside the camp."Sure!" I exclaimed.

"Race you!" She cried.

"No fair!"

We tumbled down the rocks and bolted into the forest. Bushes and saplings were a blur as I tried to catch up with Alex. Alex's blonde fur disappeared behind a bend and I was quick to follow. She sat rigid, her fur bristling. "I smell intruders on the boundary, they've recently marked it, it smells like-" Alex growled, "Dark Claw,"

I growled in response aswell. Dark Claw, one of the 3 packs that oversaw the forest. They had the darker, more dangerous part of the wood. Dark Claw were ruthless and cunning. Killing is their main instinct. They were an all girl pack just like mine.

Alex and I co-leadered Falling River. Our camp was located on the river that ran through our boundary. We mainly fed off fish and the animals that relied on the river.

Last was the all male pack. Wind Whisperers. Strong, fast and extremely handsome. They reside on the plains, where the wind blew and rabbits

The clans never interact or get romantically involved. Its the forest law.

Werewolves can live for 1,000 years unless shot by a silver bullet. We just simply recruited new werewolf so every year or so. We weren't the werewolves that turn on a full moon, that's just a myth. We turn when ever we want.

Alex and I are 180 years old. For you that's 18.

"Wait, I'm getting something else," I growled.

My ears picked up a faint rustle coming from the bush behind me. I pounced into the bush to land and pin down an unfamiliar wolf. "Watch out!"

I turned my head to see a brown curly haired wolf about to bowl into me. Before I knew it Alex knocked the wolf off course and began to circle him growling. I turned back to the one I had pinned down and barked questions, "Who are you?"

"I'm Cam, part of the Wind Whisperers and I'm looking for you,"