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A Wolves Tale Chapter 7 By Kenneth T. Royer Ice. Ice, thats what it felt like to have death touch my face. His bony fingers felt like ice as they touched my forehead. Had it been anyone else he might have killed them with that touch but not me, after all, how could you kill that which was your kin? My oldest brother was death. Afterall, we worshipped different things. As I staggered throughout the forest alone trying to remember who I was a girl stepped out of the shadows. "Night, its me Aiko, come on the packs waiting." I looked at her not sure of what to say. My voice had all but faded and I managed to rasp, "Night...? Aiko....? Pack...?"

A Wolves Tale By: Kenneth T. Royer Chapter 6: It was dark and cold. I felt the water dripping on my fur as I laid in the dark room. I could see nothing but the outline of a door and could feel only the cold ground and the chains around my neck and paws. "What happened...?"I thought out loud groaning in pain as the cut on my face throbbed. Obviously I had gotten into a fight but yet I couldn't remember why, or better yet, where I was. I groaned as I dragged myself up and examined myself in the dark. I had many gashes upon my arms and legs but they weren't bleeding anymore. I coughed up some blood and the door creaked open. In the light I sa

A Wolves Tale By: Kenneth T. Royer Chapter 5 As I walked to the town hall I kept thinking about the taste I had just had. It tasted so familiar to me. It felt as if it was something I should find of importance. After arriving at town hall Jake ran up in a long black jacket and asked what was going on. I shook my head and entered the town hall as the people spoke worriedly. "Whats going on??" demanded a woman in the front row as I changed to normal. "A vampire has appeared in our small town of Wolf Creek. In order to defend against this threat, I have decided to make all those who wish to remain in Wolf creek into our kind, male or female,

A Wolves Tale By: Kenneth T. Royer Chapter 4 I bolted through the woods back to the sanctuary for prayer to Sh'asmar. I heard growling and crashing inside as the wolves outside whined worried as to what a female werewolf could do. I sighed as I pushed open the door and closed it as the room went completely black. I could smell her but she was struggling with her new form. She kept running and falling growling each time she hit the ground. I sighed as I changed to my wolf form and helped her up holding her up as she started to walk wobbly. "It's going to take practice." I said as I smiled a little walking her around. SHe nodded and growled