I was born, I can feel the warm bodies of my brother and sister on each side of me. Somehow, I knew I was different than them, I just can't figure it out yet. I need light, the urge to explore is killing me, but with my tiny legs, they won't get me very far.
I guess the cave will have to do for now, though my brother and sister like to play with my ears and shit. It's very annoying to me, as my vision starts to become unblurred and actually become useful, I discover that I have wings and start to ask myself why my brother and sister didn't have them too.
My sister's name is Italia, she is pure black with very little gray. My brother's name is Dale, he is pure white with black poke a dots under each eye. Me, I have wings that are whiter than the clouds, I look like your average husky, the ones that pull the sleds in Alaska.
Dad is black, I'm guessing that's where Italia got that, and mom is pure white, but no dots. They are very committed to each other, and I learn that I'm the oldest out of all three of us.
Which means that when mom and dad can't take care of the pack, I become leader of the pack, meaning alpha female.
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The Only Winged Wolf
WerewolfA pup is born, but this isn't an ordinary pup. This pup has wings, she grows up being made fun of for being different. She finds her "love" only to be brokenhearted. She thinks she'll never find her love but after she's badly hurt, she is rescued by...
