The White Wolf

The White Wolf

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I stayed hidden in the bushes. I was watching my target. A young buck with a wounded leg. The rest of his herd was near by but they would run when they see me and the young buck would try but he would fail. The only reason that I'm stalking him is because he is almost dead and I can't bear to see him in pain any longer so I'm going to end his life and I have been starving for days now. I slowly crept forward. My footsteps made no sound as I slowly got out of my cover. A few seconds later a deer noticed me and alerted the herd. They all ran but the wounded buck was a few meters ahead of me. I sprinted forward and clamped my jaws around his neck and pressed down. I felt his blood going into my mouth and then he fell limp. I had just killed another animal. I shifted right where I was and slowly stood up. I still had my clothes on. I was a rare type of animal well I think I am an animal anyway but my main form is a human. I was born like this and spend most of my day like this unless I shift into my huge white wolf. That's right I am a Werewolf and I was a rare one too. White wolves are the Fastest, Strongest and most Powerful. What makes me even more special... I'm The Last Read to follow Jazmine on her Journey and finding lots of twists along the way
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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