Unnoticed, a pack attacked me, roaring, the pack stole my meal, ripping my skin leaving bites and bruises on my body. I was howling in pain which no one ever heard and noticed.
Sun’s passed, bites and bruises still fresh, starving, it started to snow in the woods, the snowflakes on my bruises and bites made me shiver, howling in hunger and pain. The land was all covered with snow; I found an old tree trunk to rest. In moments I lost myself remembering my family and grieving about the brutal hunt on my pack. Tears rolling down from my eyes with so much pain from heart, I rose up on my feet, ran to the pinnacle and howled out loud in agony, the full moon turned blood red, I could hear my anger in echoes, howling all night loud in agony.
Lying on snow with hunger for days, I heard a quack and saw some Geese huddled together, I ran to hunt and all I could found myself is couple of chicks, I had them for lunch and I heard goose scream in pain as they lost couple of their family today as my prey, then I remembered, my pack was prey for humans the other day which made me realize hunger turns us into beasts.
Full moon passed, Sun rose, snow melted, the journey of my survival is going to end in vain, the faith and hope were fading into darkness day by day, minute by minute, I guess those where the last moments of my survival, unable to rise on my own feet, moaning to death.
I heard whispers, its people, this time I was fearless as I’m at the end of my life, unable to even stand, moaning to death. They gathered around me, one of the man took me into his arms, covered me in a warm cloth and they rushed into their car, I’m weak and not sure how my death is going to visit me. I was taken into a room. I could see some knifes and sharp tools, hoping they would cut me down into pieces, use my meat as their food and my flesh as their coats I lost my conscious.
Few days passed,
I was back on my feet playing with a crushed soda can, reminded me of a friend I lost. I hear Jassi calling me “Hey Winter, come hear my baby”, I ran into her arms, she was all love, cuddling me and kissing me. Don’t you wonder about Jassi, she is the daughter of the man that saved me.
By the way I’m Winter, the only survival wolf of my pack, pack means family. Survival taught life is hard, yet life is all about surviving and moving on with Faith and Hope.
Unheard story of a wolf …
**FAITH AND HOPE SHOULD NEVER DIE WITHIN US**
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Cerita PendekUnheard voice in the woods. Its a survival story of a ware wolf.
