I look around and all I see is blood and death everywhere. I spot dad and have my head as still as possible, he's still breathing!! I rush over to him and get him in the cave, with the skills I learned from mother, I wrap him up with bandages. That's the difference between us and other packs, we take care of each other and never think about ourselves... Okay, okay, only on rare occasions. I nurse him back to health and we bury the pack one by one, we buried mother last and after, we put flowers where we buried her.
The smell of death was new to me, I couldn't get it out of my nose or head, no matter what I did. It was awful, I tried sticking my nose in the snow, DON'T DO THAT!! It burns like crazy and is really fucking cold.
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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...
