A New World

Chapter 1

Remi began to raise his hackles before the loggers backed off, but not without cursing at him a few times while radioing their supervisor for support. The white wolf began to snap his teeth at the machinery, lunging forward to ensure the workers would continue to leave. Once the noisy equipment had left, Remi wondered towards any material left behind and started to vandalize it, ensuring it wouldn't be in use for a long while.

The white wolf began to sniff around the area, looking for any signs of life. After establishing that all the animals escaped the horrid teeth of the equipment, Remi reentered the forest, looking for his next meal. Unbeknownst to him, the logger crew on looked him, waiting for the wolf to be out of sight to set up traps. The crew had orders to continue the next day and were assured that an expert had been contacted to trap, tag, and relocate if necessary.

Remi walked deeper into the forest, following a hare that was just big enough to sate his hunger for the moment, before retiring for the evening. Although the wolf was a savior to the wildlife, their fear of him once again struck up. As the hare gave chase, Remi pounced, swiftly grabbing its throat and shaking to end the hare's life as quickly and painlessly as the circumstances would permit. After his hunt, Remi gathered the carcass and brought it to the cave he had marked as a temporary home. The wolf expertly opened the hare with his claws and started to eat his meal, still warm from the chase. Once the insides had been swallowed, Remi began to break away at the bones, to extract the bone marrow from the life he took, not allowing himself to leave any form of waste. Remi had always been grateful to his meals, as they had perished to assist his life to carry on. It was moral he carried over from his human side.

After deposing of the in-editable portions of the hare, Remi settled down for a rest, as he knew another battle with the loggers would inevitably occur the following day again. Once he closed his ice blue eyes, he soon fell victim of the sandman, drifting off into an unwelcomed dream...

It was dark in the forest, the small pup of Remi was desperately following his mother's footsteps, stumbling to keep up with her. Her mostly black mane was practically unrecognizable in the dark, but her piercing eyes would always strike Remi while she would check on the pup and the thing that was chasing them.

As always, Remi could feel the hot breath just behind him, and hear the sound of teeth crashing behind his body, unsuccessfully sinking its teeth into Remi's tail. The pup took a glance back at the creature that was causing so much fear before hearing the howl of pain from his mother. One glance forward, caught him off guard, the image holding devastating effects on the pup's brain. The teeth of his father had been wrapped around his mother's windpipe, attempting to crush it. The panic in her eyes set in, before giving the swift order to her son.

RUN!

That was the wolf's last order before the sound of her throat being ripped out had replaced it. Remi had always been obedient to his mother's orders but hesitated on this one. Once the shock had escaped his mind, long enough for him to relay the instructions given, he swiftly escaped the jaws attempting to repeat the action done to his mother. Although he was much smaller, he had tricked the wolves by hiding in a hole in the ground, big enough to hide him, and due to the former occupants, masked his smell for the much larger, experienced wolves. He watched from his hiding hole and waited for them to leave the area. After what felt like hours, Remi had left his hiding place and ventured back to the body of his mother, shifting back into a more familiar form, his chubby hands sinking into the fur of his mother's body, and extracting her family's necklace. An heirloom passed down for many generations, usually when the next generation had exited the home and started a life of their own. Remi's small body laid next to her body, clutching the necklace with as strong of a grip he could muster and waited until her body no longer felt safe. The colder she grew, the more scared Remi became. In the morning, he had changed back to his wolf, digging a hole in the ground and dragging his mother into it, covering her body in anything he could find that his mother would have found beautiful. Giving her one last kiss, he had allowed his wolf full access to his body, allowing himself to grow numb and cold on the inside, to run entirely on survival instincts.

He knew that if he allowed himself to be human again, he would be killed over it. The feeling of guilt and fear would eat him alive, paralyze him to the point of no return.

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But one thing always remained in his mind.

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The image of his father's timber wolf coat covered in blood. . .