Wolves with Wings(Wattys2015)

Chap. 2 Asher

  I climbed through the air, I felt quite mad for not just my father but about the 'destiny seeking'. I didn't see why we even needed to know our destinys anyway.

  My anger rose into a deep sadness, I stopped in midair as tears hazed my eyes. My wing beats fell slowly into silence as I fluttered in the sky, I suddenly heard wings pulse the air. I rubbed my tears away, I could hear breaths.

  It was a male, but by the sound of it he was hurt. I flew down to see him fluttering up and down off the ground. A trace of blood behind him, I flew towards him. He heard me and growled,

   "Stay away!" he howled, making himself fall back a bit. He was definitely not from my pack, for he had the enemy trade mark, a large scratch just below his eye. The enemy pack had a tradition of scars that they performed on pups.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, knowing he could not hurt me. He showed his teeth, so white that his smokey fur looked like splotches.

   "Why should you care naive!" he said cringing in slight pain.

  "I was just wondering!" I argued.

   "Why would you care about an enemy pack member being hurt?" he then asked still tence.

  "Because, unlike your pack mine have humility." I cringed.

   "Well too bad, I'm not in my dumb old pack anymore anyway." he said crudely. I looked at him astonished,

   "So your a rebel?" I asked excitedly. He bent his head,

   "No, I'm an outcast." he said.

   "Name's Asher." he added quickly. I took him under my wing,

   "I'll help you." I said.