Cry of the WolfA Story by HayllieThe night is quiet No wind, or sounds to be heard The alpha sits and waits, alone waiting for a sign, a sound, a clue to where his mate could be. The only one in his pack to still be un-mated like the tides of an ocean. Constantly moving, never able to remain still reguardless of anything else in the world. Torn between finding the other half of his heart, and protecting his pack, being the leader. Which should he choose? How long should he wait? As the night grows colder, the howls from his pack could be heard They were waiting for his return from his nightly sit Every night he comes here to the forest clearing waiting for his mate to come to him Every night he goes home alone, his wolf inside dying a little more The fate of his heart weighing heavily on him but the fate of his pack slowly becoming dark If he doesn't find a mate soon, he could loose his wolf, and his pack. As he stares up at the wolf moon and lets the same sad cry.. as his howl carries through the air he travels the road back to the pack house alone again.
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3 Reviews Added on July 27, 2021 Last Updated on July 27, 2021 AuthorHayllieN the Country US, NCAbout"Our imagination is great, it can sometimes be the best thing about a person, even if putting it into words comes hard." I may not be the best writer, but with a huge imagination, I am always coming u.. more..Writing
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