The White Wolf

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