SuperAlphaWolf

Chapter Eight -Kim- Private though it is, I feel that the ambush have the right to know. So I tell them. After I finish, everyone is silent. Fish is gazing at me, his mouth open wide, his eyes glazed. Akyti is looking at me like I have three heads, now only loosely holding onto her sheet of privacy because her attentional is soley on me. Snow is glaring at me, with a sort of look that a mother gives a naughty kid. But the worst look is Tambi's. She's just staring, staring like how she stared at me on that cargo ship. Like how I stared at her. It's cold and tiring and deadly. I just don't get it. So I run, the tears streaming down

Prologue -HUGH- I'm running, sprinting through the bushes, a million shades of green around me, their scent pouring into my nostrils, mingling with my own. The bushes are scraping every bit of me they can reach with sharp claws, tearing and ripping past my fur and deep into my skin, but I couldn't care less. Food, food. I haven't eaten in days, and there's a whole colony of humans out there just waiting to be eaten. My huge paws pound the hard earth below me and it feels... so right. I'm flying, flying over mucky sand and twigs, flying towards the crystal-clear water untouched by humans for centuries. A pant escapes my jaws, my dehydrated

spiral smoke from dragon cigars melts down the horizon into the earth but I didn't care because it doesn't matter if it burns and my skin's like wax and there's a line of horrible burn-welts on my arm and they remind me of orion's belt and it was me who carved the words into my body, cause I'm an artist it was me who wrote that disturbing poem on the back of the whiteboard because its awfully dark, really mysterious. I do it all in vain cause no one really cares, they never will