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Wolf Dog (WOLF AND CHILDHOOD)

The dog who I had beat was an old warrior so that's what we called him, as he appeared on the platform I felt that something was wrong. I spotted a dog across from me, he was white with pale blue eyes that seemed to be shooting ice daggers. Old Warrior started speaking, "today I have given two names out, one is a mistake. I shall tell you something that you should know, the hunger is great so we will feast on her bones." I shivered slightly, I saw the Old Warrior look at me, "this is back in the days when I had made a name for myself. We had a female wold on our side, and she helped and we trusted her. She had a silver pelt and the most beautiful green eyes, but she was a vicious killer. Sadly my greatest mistake was falling in love with her, one day we fought and I came out the victor. I rode her, it was the greatest feeling I loved, and to this day I wish to do it again. But she had a pup, a half breed," he bared his teeth. "We must kill this half breed, I wish to be the one to tear her throat out. So I give you a warning Night run now," I looked around confused. They couldn't be talking about me, could they? "And I give you my pure son, Ice. Ice attack the black dog across from you." I looked at the white dog, and turned tail and ran. I would never back away from a fight, but with a whole pack of dogs, I had to run. I ran as fast as I could, still hearing their howls I kept running. I was still running when I saw the fence, but I was tired and it was almost day. The pack was almost catching me with Old Warrior and Ice in the front. I sped up and looking at the fence I knew I had one choice, jump or die. I leapt over the fence and vanished into the trees.

ICE'S POV

I watched as Night leapt the fence, and disappear I remembered the first time I saw her. Growling at the tan dog, her coarse black fur looking hard but soft. I remember the look of horror she gave her and mine father. I remembered chasing her through the night, her muscles rippling with each stride she was beautiful. But I hated her for being wolf, I remember her looking back and deciding to jump. I looked at my father and listened to his words, “Your kingdom will be the lake," he turned to the pack behind him. "If you see that wolf, kill her but be careful she's a good fighter." He walked off and the pack separated going to their own territories I looked back to the trees and saw brown eyes looking out, scared.

NIGHT'S POV

I watched Old Warrior speak and heard the news, killed on sight! I saw Ice looking at me and I glared back and disappeared into the forest. I spotted a tree with low hanging branches I jumped and managed to get onto a low fork. I curled up and thought about my childhood.

My first memory is off green eyes, gentle and the rasping feeling of a tongue. I looked up and licked the wolves’ muzzle. She licked me back and turned suddenly hearing a growl from outside. There a young dog stood his white and brown fur stood up on an end. There was a recent scar down his side, I looked at him before my mother pushed me back with my two brothers. My brothers still had their eyes closed and ears sealed, I was the only one who knew what was happening. One was silver like mum the other was patched like the young dog in front of our den. I saw him pounce at mum and she snarled and they started fighting. I closed my eyes tightly and whimpered to myself. I heard a growl being cut off and I opened my eyes, I saw my mum bleeding her throat mauled her fur cut and bleeding I watched as the young dog ripped her fur apart. I ran towards him trying to growl and he kicked me, I hit the wall and lay still pain racking my body. I watched without moving as the young dog slaughtered the two pups, my brothers. He came looking at me, and I glared at him, my mouth open in a snarl. He started talking to me in a low growl, "you are a pretty thing. I should keep you for your later years for my amusement. I you may have guessed am your father, but I've got a better idea," he picked me up by my scruff. I was still paralysed by my crash into the wall and just swung back and forth as my father carried me. With a mighty heave he threw me into a river filled with garbage. I tried swimming but I was too young, and too weak. I was suddenly felt something slam into me, I hit a rock and continued my down steam journey. My water logged fur was pulling me down, but I managed to swing my body and using all my strength, I managed to pull myself up on to the dirty garbage bank. I collapsed and slept regaining my strength I remember seeing the birds circle over me. Since then I had moved away out of the town I was in and slipping through the streets and making my own way of living. I had been on my own since I was 3 weeks, I had lived a tough life but I would fight.

I put my head down and slept.