It was nighttime in the woods. A dark wolf walked slowly towards the great river. His pack has always lived here and the river was their most precious possession. His yellow eyes reflected the full moon. He drank from the river and checked his scent. The scent of the humans were closer then he expected, but they were no treat for now since they were heading north of the pack. He crossed the river and sat down next to his sleeping packmate. He looked at his packmate as if it were a disgusting piece of garbage. The rest of the pack was sleeping on the other side of the river, so he could be alone with his enemy. He growled at his packmate but his packmate didn't seem to hear it. Still, the dark wolf wanted to tell him why he did do this to him. This is what he said to his packmate:



Suddenly the dark wolf stopped his speech and looked down at his packmate. An evil grin came on his face. He moved his head closer to that of the other wolf.



The dark wolf lifted his head again and he looked coldly at the sleeping wolf. His grin dissapeared. His yellow eyes seemed to give light in the darkness. With a dark and emotionless voice he said:


The dark wolf did not finish what he said. He stood up and slowly walked away from the open clearing where his packmate slept. He turned his head around when he reached the border and whispered softly:


The dark wolf ran back to his pack... Leaving the body behind.

THE END

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So, this is a little different then all those other stories. Not only did I try to use a different style of writing (I made the wolf speak), I also wrote this out of he point of view of my packmate. I also tried to keep their identities secret. I will tell you the base of the story

I was playing with a young male wolf who started as an omega and ended up as an alpha. I was always under attack by my two male packmates. One day a hunter popped up out of nowhere and shot me so I was wounded. I lead the pack to safety and slept so I would be healthy again. Then, my beta showed up (He was a dark grey wolf) and he attacked me, leading to my wolf's death.

I hope you enjoyed. Questions can be asked and will be answered.

i have a quiestion ( i dont know if you will ansewr but migt not tell me) who are the wolves

I will tell you, here are the characters I mentioned in the story:

The dark wolf (my wolf's killer): Longtooth
The "Sleeping"(a.k.a. dead) packmate: Draco
The "Mate/Poodle" 1: Changling
The "Poodle" 2: Wilder
The "Old Tramp": Quiettrot
The "Loyal Friend": Stalker

And for the curious ones: with the game I used to make this story was actually made to test out a "Become a loner" theory. I am still using this game thanks to the magical save button

ok and cool

Teehee, that was furn to read. ^^ Very unique.

Thank you Lukai =]

Ooo, nice twist on the story telling!

Thank you

"If you're tiny brain is still wondering why I did this, I can make it very easy for you: Your genes would bring weaklings so the whole world must be glad I did this."



Your story is chilling and well written... except for that part. That part's horrible. Do you ever say to someone: "I'm killing you because your inadequate genes must not be passed on."

I am absolutely sure that wolves have no idea what a gene is.

Don't feel like I'm beating up on your story. It's great, and would be terribly near perfect if it wasn't for the VERY human concept you inserted in there.