The call of the wild

Wolfie

A/N:Hello lovelies, I am yet again here to write another chapter, thankfully enough I don't have a writers block for now and I am so excited to keep on going with this book. I hope it is to your likes and you are having fun while reading it. But although I have a hard time trying to find the right words I do surprise myself even more with my choice of words and my vocabulary. Anyways I hope you all have a good day or week, and you are healthy. I also suggest you to wear a mask as it needed for your safety. Please follow the specialist orders and comply with them as they are trying the best to  keep us healthy. Love ya all and stay safe once again♡.

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Third person's P. O. V

In the cold afternoon on earth, in one big dark forest the trees were splashed with the fires of the sunset.

The flames of the sun peeked through the closed doors of the wild. The forest emitted with silence as it hit the trees with such force, which made the wild seem more peaceful.

And wildness lays in silence,and the silence is the loudest noise of them all.

The warmness lays upon the tips of the tall trees like a magical dust layering on top of the wild.

And the chirping of the birds could be heard. Whispering a soft song, engulfing your ears that lulls you to sleep.

The wild animals are now heading towards their peace and comfort. Going in the arms of the mother nature. The grass under the creatures feet lightens up in the colors of the earth.

Mother nature whispers her sweet nothings to her precious garden she spent carving for years. Her garden is one of the angels and untouched by human hand.

Her voice dripping honey from her mouth dropping on the garden made with love.

Her sweet words like honey dropping like a waterfall flooding the forest with her innocent soul leaving sparks of magic upon the ones who saw it, leaving them mesmerized and amused by it's beauty.

The tall trees in all shapes and sizes, rounded the forest like bodyguards protecting it's possession with their life.

The birds elegantly landing on the branches of the trees, decorating the trees like a Christmas trees. The happiness emitting in the loud waves of the noises of the animals. Whispering you the untold stories to you .

Telling you about the times they lived through happy moments.

Telling you about the wild life and the wildness of the silence and the nature.

Whispering you secrets of the love they have seen, the wars they have been in. And the wars that they have survived and fought through.

If only trees could talk, they will tell you secrets you never knew or thought of.

They will tell you about the times someone hided behind their protectiveness.

They will tell you about how many life's they saved, and how many mates marked each other on them.

They will tell you about the youth and the world of the werewolves and oldest creatures.

Each one of them hiding stories worth to listen and live about.

Here we are home.

Home of the wild.

The  green soldiers of the ground carried the fallen child with such grace.

The army of grass tickled the feet of the fallen angel, that will bring hell and heaven together.

The same child looking so peacefully and innocent laying there. Her full lips, are smeared with the color of the blood. Red crimson blood dances upon her pale cold face.