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He looked across the lake and motioned for Paul to bring his half of the pack. As Paul made his way to them, Beck checked to make sure the coast was clear. No gun shots were heard, dying away in the distance. Paul reached them and they checked to make sure every single wolf was there. Counting his pack, he started with Cassie, relieved that his daughter was safe, and checked that Wake, John, Violet, Paul & himself- of course- and the others of the pack. As Beck finished his counting, he realized they had an extra. Just one black she-wolf with fearful green eyes.
"And you are?" He asked, the pack parting to let him stand before the newcomer.
-Cassie
She had followed Paul and reached temporary safety under the hanging tree, and waited as her father, Beck, counted off every wolf. A smeel hit her- what was that? It smelled of humans and wet soap and gasoline cars...Cassie whipped to the scent, finding a black wolf. She was huddling to the ground, and waited as Beck approached.
And then there was another smell, the smell of fear and pain, and a returning sound that she'd thought died away... But this one was in panic, trying to escape something, not to hunt it. No, the fallen leaves and twigs were not being snapped under the foot of a hunter, but a wolf.
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- Blood -
As I stood on top of a large rock looking out over the vast lake a sense of calm rushed over me. It had been a long time since I had felt calm... Not since that night six months previously were my pack had all been slaughtered while I slept. I took a deep breath and looked around, in the distance I could see buildings popping up behind the trees of the forest. I was close, I hadn't been here since I was nine...
As I walked to the waters edge I heard a sound not to far away from where I was. It sounded like a hunters riffle, I bared my teeth and growled. I started to run in the direction of the gun shot, I hated when HUMANS killed innocent animals. My giant paws crushed the ground on which I ran leaving markings......... Branches were ripped off their trees and soon enough I could smell blood. My nostrils flared and I howled... I had a feeling that more blood would be spilled very soon.
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