Note: If you find this story listed on another blog or site, it is because it belongs to me. I wrote this story on July 30, 2008 and posted it on Writer's Cafe and another blog (I think), under the username 'ilovewolves1416'.
It was raining,
The air was muggy, the ground slippery and wet,
The trees sway softly, thunder rumbles in the distance,
But suddenly, a shadow pauses behind a tree,
And in the shadows is a large, three year old she-wolf,
She has pitch-black fur, darker than the night, darker than the shadows,
She turns her head and barks; a male wolf slips out from behind a bush and bows low,
“Rise” she growls.
“What is it you desire, my Queen?” he asks softly.
“Is the pack ready?” she says.
He nods.
“Good” she growls.
“Bring them here, and tell them to sharpen their claws and fangs”
The male bows, and then races off to do his leaders bidding.
The she-wolf smiles, her teeth flash in the dark,
“Soon”, she hisses, a flash of lighting lights up her body, her eyes shine with rage and hunger, her gums reveal sharp, deadly snow-white fangs dripping with hate,
“Soon those fools in the valley will pay with their lives for what they did to me”
She raises her muzzle to the dark sky and howls,
A howl of pain, of vengeance, of death soon to come.
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