Chapter four.

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€Alpha Carters POV€
The land scape stretches in front of me. My nose picking out every little scent, every scent except for the one my pack needs, the white wolf's. My wolf sighs in frustration, it smelt it's mate.... In a gay bar.... I'm a alpha, I can't be gay... I have to reproduce, well I'm not the true alpha, Harriet is but she doesn't want this job, her father gave it to me for a reason. Her father was to be the last Black alpha wolf, he thought that the alpha line of black wolves would not pass on, considering that his children did not have black hair. But lo and be hold Harriet, the only blond in the family, turned out to have a black wolf, her sister having a brown one(then turning rouge after learning that she would never get the Alpha or the Luna spot), and her brother not being able to shift. She wouldn't want to have the alphas job it would be to much for her, but an Alpha has to be able to reproduce.

I shake my head, I can think of mates and who could be alpha latter, now I need to find a wolf.

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🙃Hannah's pov🙂
Once i get off of Harriet and we both shift back, it's not as easy as shifting into a wolf, I have to know how long she has been keeping this from me.

"So when were you bitten?" I ask Harriet. She hesitates.

"I was born this way." She mumbles, not used to my new super hearing. I smack her upside the head.

"You could have told me, I wouldn't have told anyone" I growl lowly at her.

"I couldn't being the last of the black wolf alpha line."

"Black wolf alpha line?" I ask never hearing it before.

"Well it's said that at night,
A big black Alpha-wolf climes a hill in the fading light, so he can sing and howl throughout the coming night.

The dwindling sunlight plays on his eyes and face, as he stands there tall, a noble member of a dying race.

As the sun sets he lifts his head to sing, and his voice causes the very air to ring.

Away in the forest the wolf-pack picks up their Alpha's song, and they all begin to howl togeather - loud and long.

Suddenly a gunshot sounds out through the night, and down goes the black wolf-leader without a fight.

Sprawled out on the hill, bleeding, life dims in his eyes, he shudders and whimpers, and finally he dies.

Then the human walks up the hill, his gun held high, looking down at the wolf with a satified sigh.

He kneels down, his heart swelling with pride, wondering how much money he'll get for the wolf's hide.

Then he takes the wolf away, an animal he holds but dose not love, not noticing the Alpha-wolf's spirit watching him from Above.

Now the night is quiet and silent and still, and no more wolf-cries sound from the hill.

Then the wolf's pack creeps from the trees, their thick pelts rippling in the cool night breeze.

They run to the place where their Alpha was slain, but all they find on the grass is a big, red bloodstain.

Then the Alpha's mate, her belly full of pups, begins a new song, about their loyal leader and of his that was so wrong.

All the wolves mournfully howl, then at last they go away, sad that their leader will not see the next day.

Yet that day is happier, for six wolf pups are born, and the Alpha-wolf's mate ceases to mourn.

Two of the wolf pups are brown, and three are gray, soom they are playing about in the warm spring day.

But the sixth pup, who is jet black, is at the center of their play, growling and bossing them aroung in a very Alpha-like way.

He has the same noble look his father had once worn, and the wolf-pack relises that a new leader has beem born.

Now, years later, a new black Alpha stands atop the hill and cries, while the old one watches proudly from the Heavenly skies.

The young wolf-leader howls long, the boldly says: no matter what happens, there will be wolves here...always!"

(by Sloane Jensesn, age 17, 2007)

"And well I'm the latest new Black alpha. "

I found this story at http://www.wolfcountry.net/stories/ go check it out, it's a great place to find old wolf legends. I DID NOT WRIGHT THIS LEGEND/POME THINGY I FOUND IT IT IS NOT MINE I DO NOT CLAM IT

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