She Wolf

I turned, hackles raised as I stared at his wolf. Teeth bared, drooling muzzles, blood soaked fur, he already took some damage from fighting where I had none. This was who I was meant to be, I was meant to be a beast that turned into man. It was in my blood all along.

So I snarled and leapt, whatever my fate may be, so be it.

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Trees for miles surrounded the encampment, absolute isolation. Frigid temperatures and constant blizzards, extremes that had no inbetween except for a definite line defining them. Much to life inside this place, you either lived or you died.

Warren lived out his days mining, living but you wouldn't call it existing. Day in day out, the same thing. Wolves howling, and waking up to dead escapees. A gulag wasn't a nice place, until he met a she wolf and their mine collapsed.

Now on the run, being pursued both by officials and an old enemy. Warren and the she wolf must make somewhere safe, so they decide on one place: America. Facing their pasts and barely knowing their fate, they set on on a journey across continents to live a life where you exist.