LOVE IN THE FORM OF WOLF

RUN

The smell of blood filled the air and the gnashing and agonizing growling tends to block my hearing.

I stood in the middle of nowhere looking at nothing in particular,the cries and wailing of the park my park pierced my soul seeking to strangle it.the once calm Greenfield pack has turned into blood field

even in my little form I could understand what war means,my father the alpha king has told me stories of war,in his words he said that war has ruined everything for us,he will simply try to tell of a generation of men who,even though they have escaped shells were destroyed by war,he always tell me to appear strong when am weak and weak when am strong for only the dead have seen the end of war. I now understand what he meant that older men declares war but it is the youth that must fight and die but is it actually true for in this case both older men and youth even children are dying.

my mother in her ever gentle nature said that war is what happens when language fails.

even in my deep thought I could still hear the wailing maybe that is another effect of war,one can't run from it

It all started in the middle of the night when men of free mind and heart are supposed to be sleeping, but just as they say!in the midst of war,sleep runs

I first heard the painful cry of my father- they targeted him first, and before I could understand my mother lifted me in the air running inside the once green land of Greenfield still not understanding what is going on I started crying because I heard my mom sniffing but that one act from me took the life of the Luna for those that lurks under the night heard my wailing and attacked.my mom still determined to save my life throws me down the shaw where if not because of my alpha blood I would have been dead,the last thing I heard before descending was the soul piercing cry of the most strongest woman I knew