Wolfmoon

The cool night air was perfect for my mind. It was soothing my wounds, letting me forget some of the pain I was in and calmed down this immense anger I was feeling. This old fool lasted longer than expected. And still. I would have loved to wipe that arrogant smirk of his ugly face. Coward! For sure this confrontation will have some lasting scars. Good on me. That way he will never be able to forget what a miserable job he’s doing in running the pack and that his own flesh and blood despises him. Disgusting rat! To rat me out to the pack like this was absolutely typical for his reign. No consideration for any casualties. The air smelled like rain already and the wind was starting to blow stronger. But I didn’t mind as it was going to be dry for quite some time still. Or at least it would only start slowly with a little drizzle. Although the humidity was already increasing. Well that would make it more difficult for the tracer on my heels. So perfect timing I would say. By the time this storm was unleashing his wrath onto earth I will be gone for good. I wont give them the satisfaction to serve them further in the future. They can fend for themselves now. They can see what good it was doing them to let that bastard control them. Not my concern any more! But where to? Doesn’t matter. Just as far away as possible! And by that time the first rain drops started to hit me bringing with them a freezing cold sensation. Still the main storm was still some hours away. „Get out of here!“, my wolf had the main control at the moment and was running. He usually loved to run and show off. But as this was a live or death situation he was surprisingly focused while I was wallowed in my anger. Behind me I could hear the constant cracking of twigs and branches. They were still after me. Damned! Did the old fool send them to finish the job couldn’t? Or were they just following to report back to him? Well I will most certainly throw a monkeys wrench in his plans. Our pack boarder was not far ahead. I knew that and I actually could feel that too. On top of that the stench of betrayal was getting fainter with every minute I kept running. My skin actually started to tingle with the expectation that something might happen as I cross that presumed line. But to my disappointment nothing happened. What would I have given to be able to hear their thoughts just on last time. Just to wallow a little bit linger in their confusion, like a boar in his mud pit. But since I made my choice that I wouldn’t put up with that i***t and his craziness all those familiar voices just became silent. For the first time in my life I was almost alone in my mind once I wolf form. The only one left was my wolf himself. It was somewhat scary. But good. It felt really good to not have this mass of voices all at ones in my mind. Especially the mindset of our she-wolfs was very distracting while for example hunting. And now perfect silence. I was almost haunting. Those fools can follow that bastard and his idiotic orders into their own doom if they like. While I had tried to show them a different path. Well, they thanked me with teeth and claws sinking into my skin. Trying to rip me apart. Ungrateful pack. After a while behind the boarder those wolfes following me fall back. And even in wolf form I couldn’t hold back a grin. If someone were able to see me right now – which was luckily not the case - they were seeing me pulling back my flew into a rather wolfish grin I presume. On top of one of the higher rockes I stopped for just a second. “Rot in hell with that tyrant of yours!”, I howled into the night back at them. Those are the last words to a pack that was doomed to fall. Hard. But it was no longer my concern. I just had to repeat that in my mind over and over until I actually saw the truth in it and wouldn’t fell guilty any more. Without remorse I turned and kept running hopefully into a brighter future. Where to? I had no idea.