How did a rouge wolf get past the guards on the northern perimeter? How did they slip past all dogs and make it this close to the pack?
The smell of rotting flesh dragged a snarl out of my chest. The thought of this lowly creature around my pack angered me. There's only one thing to do to their kind and that's to take their heads off their mangled bodies.
Crouching into the shrubs I move steadily towards the smell, concealing myself behind the low bushes and forage, stealth and speed are my greatest strength, mastering the art of disguise and surprise ambush is one of the most useful skills of a strong werewolf. The power of my body and size is also an added advantage. The blessing and curse of transformation as a shape shifter means I have the strength of the animal, the cunning of be
