Noctis Lupus

Disrupted Conversations

“Wake up, Buttercup.” Abraham felt his face get slapped three times.

                “Ugh… I’m up now, you can stop slapping me.”

                “It’s fun though!”

                Abraham reached for the hand and pushed it away, it was Yuvin. He never did respect other peoples sleep. He opened his eyes to see that they were not outside anymore, but rather inside a log cabin. He felt the warmth of the fire inside the cabin, and it reminded him of his home before becoming an outcast. Before he was found and before he joined the pack. He looked outside the window, and he saw daylight blast through it and hit his now human face.

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                He turned to see Abraham get up and move toward Dimitri. He was glad that Abraham was back in the pack. It did not feel right to not have him with them. To his left sat Yuvin. He was the Packs scout. The fastest of them all, he could outrun any of them by a long shot. Yuvin's keen eye made him tremendous as a scout. He remembered when they found Yuvin. He was lying inside a garbage dump, half dead. He had no home, no family, no friends. Now he is the funnest person to be around in the pack. He is the eyes and ears of the pack.Then there was T’Argho. Nobody really knows his name. He was found wandering across the forest on his own. The pack was going to kill him before he turned into a wolf in front of them. Then they allowed him to join. T’Argho, along with Abraham, was the best hunter in the pack. The man is a real mystery. He is the muscle that binds the pack together. Abraham was the mastermind of last nights hunt. Along with being an incredible hunter, he was also the one that brought the pack together when they were at each others throats during the times when food was incredibly difficult to find. If it was not for him, they would all have killed each other. He was the soul and spirit of the pack. He remembers that Abraham was being hunted by those who detest the nature of shifters. When the pack found him, they all murdered every single hunter one by one and feasted upon their bodies for days. No member of the pack knows about his family life before they found him. Dimitri is the brains, no operation got done without going through him first. He is in charge of keeping the pack fed. There is not much to talk about him, all he does is look at his map for most of the time and he also guides us through the wilderness. And finally me. My name is Yuri Korvchensko, and I am descendant from a poor family in the outskirts of Moscow. I ran away from home after I began to get hunted by the hunters. Once I set my mind on a kill, I get it done. I am the fangs and claws of the pack. We are all young, 16 to 17 years of age, but because of the power we all held, we all had the strength and mentality of an adult.

                He also could tell what each one of them looked like when wolf. Abraham was the wolf who had fur as dark at a moonless night. Dimitri was the one who has white fur. T’Argho has grey fur, with streaks of black fur that crossed his chest. Yuvin is the wolf with grey fur with slight hints of black that ran across his body. As for himself, he was told by T’Argho that his fur was as white as the moon, and that in some areas it was tinted with grey and black fur.

                Together, we formed a family of brothers. Together, we hunted and killed human after human.  Together, we howled to the night sky.

                Yuri looked around the cabin again before his gaze fell upon the floor. Nothing was going to break apart the pack. And whoever tried, they would tear him apart slowly so that he can suffer from the pain. And they would feast upon his body for days. Yuri’s mental picture of a dying man was disrupted by a voice. It was Abraham.

                “Whose cabin is this, I sure don’t remember us having any money to buy one,” Abraham sat at a table near Yuri and he was addressing him.