This is in the red wolf's POV and this story will mainly be in her POV but will sometimes change and I will tell you which POV each chapter is in at the very start.
"Dash!" I yell. "Argh!" His muddy boots track footprints all over the freshly cleaned tiled floor.
"What?!" He shouts back, then falters. "Oh, sorry sis'," he replies, going back to the door, taking his boots off.
"Could you clean the mess you've made?" I sigh, setting the kettle on the stove.
"Sure," he politely agrees.
The lightness is diminishing quickly outside and I'm betting by three, there'll be no light.
I switch on the TV, the main news headlines blaring out of the speakers as I rush to turn it down.
'There's seven dead at the latest shooting, the public are demanding the authorities to find this killer and charge them. People are getting increasingly worried and the detective will be attending a short interview in the next couple of days, information coming out soon about that. If you have any information about any of the recent shootings please contact the authorities on...' The reporter rambles a few different numbers out.
"They have a feeling a wolf shifter could be behind these killings," my brother announces from behind me, turning down the volume.
"Really?!" I sigh. "But why, there's no point in doing that?" The kettle whistles, pulling me out of my thoughts. The light outside now dying, there's no more running packs out because of the hunters. I wonder if- - -
"Tea?" Leo asks and I frown. "Where's the tea?" But we had plenty of tea this morning, surely someone's misplaced it, but there's only been us here today right?
"Not where it should be?" I respond. He shakes his head slowly.
"Hang on..." He trails off, disappearing going to the walk in food cupboard. "Val?" He calls, sounding distressed.
The lights, as I approach, in the cupboard, aren't as bright as they usually would be. The door to it has been slashed and is hanging off the hinges, bent back the wrong way.
The scene is not something you would want to see in real life. There's a slaughtered wolf in the middle of the room, blood splattered everywhere and as I look up I realise why it's darker. There's blood and, tea?, on the ceiling and all around the light. There's something else though.
"Val, I think we know who this wolf is..." He chokes up, still looking at the body, however I'm still looking at the light.
I pull out a box from under a shelf and stand on it to reach the light. The light shade has a bit of chain hanging out of it. Pulling on it, a whole necklace comes out of it. With a locket on it. Oh dear. I've seen this locket before. This can't be good.
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Winter wolves
WerewolfThis is my first book, to be written on here. It's about a pack of wolves, struggling with bankruptcy. Little snippet of story: 'I scramble to the edge of the cliff but he's not there. He can't - - - Leaning over the edge, I breathe a sigh of relie...
