When Wolves Cry

Prologue

When Wolves Cry

(Hay guys so I am just starting to make this story. If you read this and see grammer miskates please let me know. Also I cant promise constant updates, as you can see I updated this last month so yeah. I have any suggustions for the cast, or story please feel free to let me know. Thank you Blueeyedwolf138)

I ran, my muscles burning, my heart racing. My paws were on fire and my heart hammered against my chest in rhythm with my paws. My pack members ran next to me there breath swirling into the early morning mist. The smell of pine and forest was inhaled by me. The droplets of water brushed onto my coat as I raced past the trees. The greenery turned into a blurred green canvas that was my life. All of a sudden my pack and I stopped my fine hearing had picked up other beats of paws on the soft lush earth. There were other wolves heading toward us. Me, being the Alfa (Luna) of the pack crouched in front of my other pack mates. We soon got into defensive posture. I snarled, it echoed into the hollowness of the Forest. A black wolf stepped through the underbrush, automatically I knew he was a male by scent... But something was off. He was twice as large as an average wolf and he had eyes that defies nature they were golden, almost yellow. They glowed in the shadows. The rest of his pack stepped forward snarling in an aggressive stance. They were smaller but not by much. They had large intelligent eyes that ranged from green to dark brown.

The male stepped forward and said something that I did not understand. It was choppy and not a language of the wolves. He looked me straight in the eyes which was extremely disrespectful in wolf language. I didn't understood and with body language I told him so. He looked at me and then I saw something in his eye like a lightbulb went of in his head. He then suddenly surprised us and lunged at me, aiming toward my throat. I scrambled back and he missed my neck by inches and suck his canines into my shoulder. I howled in pain and rage. I snarled an lifted my tail telling my pack to attack. They lunged foward but were quickly killed off. I howled in pain as my pack fell and I stood in the midst of the attack watching helplessly as they died. Suffocating in there own blood and guts leaking through there gashes I there stomachs.
Tears pricked at my eyes but they did not fall, wolves crying were unheard of and shunned as weak in packs. I would be strong for them in there last moments of living and breathing.

As my last member died the other pack turned to look at me; blood was smeared on there muzzles and hate in their cold colorful eyes. Then I turned and ran but they didn't follow, my guess they knew I would never bother them again, and they decided not to waste their own energy on me. Soon I came upon grey trees without branches that toward above me. Large animals the size of horses raced passed me at unnatural speeds. I looked back at the forest behind me and then started a new life.