Werewolf Academy

Chapter 1

***YAY chapter 1 of NIGHT OF WOLVES:D so I've been thinking( I know, shocker)

I don't think I'm going to edit till im super bored, because I never plan to make this some official book of something so ya

This is in Willy Pops POV:D since he's a guy, I don't really know how that species mind works>:)

SO a bunch of F words! watch out!

ENJOY:D

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Song of the Day: Levitate, Hollywood Undead

Chapter 1

(Will's POV)

One Year After Attack

I couldn't focus on anything clearly, running through the woods with Jake, one of my beta's, at my side. We were currently on a mission to get rid of a small group of rouges threatening the Sunlight Pack.

Sunlight Pack. Even the name sounded weak. Just like they're pack.

Bursting through the trees, we watched as they turned towards us, surprised.

I was not sparring, but I let them all TRY to fight back.

The rest of the pack that had joined the mission, five of us, stayed back giving me my space.

They knew I could deal with the 3 rouges and just came along to make sure I didn't do anything too drastic.

Surrrrrrrrre. Me. Drastic.

Largest understatement.

My amusement peaked up as I watched them quickly shift, tilting my large blond/tan head to the side.

This should be fun since these rouges seemed to be causing some damage.

In wolf form, my smirk wasn't seen, but the way I bent my head down, scratching my paw on the ground signaled that I wanted a fight.

-Not too much blood this time, Will- Jake's voice flowed into my head.

I grunted in response, not promising anything as I blocked everyone out.

The three shifted into these grey, grey/black, and red/orange wolves.

They growled and were about to jump at me, but I stayed put, my head down, with my back legs still up.

In what would have seemed like seconds to the human eyes, was at least ten minutes to me as my large form pounced off the ground.

I attacked the red/orange one first, biting it's neck till it snapped while it tried to fight me.

As it's limp body dropped to the floor, the taste of iron filling my mouth, I caught the grey one that was in midair to attack me.

I let out a deep growl as I flicked it into the tree, it successfully breaking in half, the wolves spinal cord most likely broken.

Just as I was about to go finish it, the last grey/black one, attacked me from behind, sticking it's long claws into my side.

For a second, the pain not even bothering me, my vision turned to a bright red as I lunged behind me, skillfully pulling it's head right off it's body.

I could feel seem blood escape from the 10 puncture wounds on my side, but the blood on my muzzle was what seemed to bother me.

I didn't like filthy rouge blood on me.