INTRO: The wolf
High in the hills, as a large moon shone down upon a field of grass, strange rustling and loud breathing could be heard but only by the tiny field mice and the owls that watched there pray.
A large black dog could be seen, the noise was obviously coming from him, his chest heaving heavily, it turned its head franticly, as if scared but then it froze as a powerful howl came down upon him.
The dog stood there for several moments waiting for the creature to come then from out of nowhere there could be heard its heavy panting and growling behind.
The dog turned, and there stood something beautiful: a wolf.
The dog looked over the beauty that was before him. His slightly muscular body moving up and down as he breathed, the wolfs fur; ragged and torn with large pointy ears, but his eyes were what seemed to captivate the dog. They were deep; hiding great pain and sorrow, but also a hidden spark as they shined in the moonlight.
The wolf slowed its breathing down and watched the black dog with fascination; the wolf didn't seem to care about the hunt anymore, and he to seemed to examine the dog before him.
The wolf took this time, slowly walking round the dog, as it nervously stared at him. Sleek fur, a fluffy tail, most defiantly big, as he stood almost as tall as the wolf, but not fat he had a muscular body with a flat stomach and his ears perked up like a puppy.
They stood there for a while sniffing the air and judging each other. Until the Dog lunged forward, pinning the wolf to the ground with all his body weight.
The wolf seemed uncomfortable, as the air started to thicken and the heat around them rising. Soon light appeared over the hill and the wolf let out and all mighty howl, The dog jumping of startled.
The wolf's body was stretching and spasms Rica-shaded through his body, as his head thrashed from side to side slowly turning into human form as the sun hit his skin.
The dog looked on at this horrific sight, concerned. For the new friend he had made, was a werewolf.
A gleam of hope spread through his heart at that moment, but it was shattered, as the howls slowly turned into screams that faded into the sunrise.
The 'werewolf's' last vision was that of a large black dog and concerned purple eyes.
To be continued.
N/a – This is an old story that I have gone through and re-masterd so to speak, I know its crap but please don't give me horrid comments and its quiet obvious who these to lovely fellows are .