A loud roar came from a wolf as a man attacked him; many wolves' gathered to fight against the humans, each human had a sword or a gun to fight with. To protect their families and those dear ones, all the men of this country, along with the king himself, had to fight against those weird creatures.

These wolves aren't normal, they're larger and smarter than the average wolf, and actually had a language of their own; they also wanted to protect their clan, so they fought against humans. Each has their own thoughts, human thought they were dangerous and will kill them if they didn't defend themselves and wolves thought that humans are dangerous for them, since they're about to extent.

None of them knew why it started but they kept on with it, this war between them, had led them to hate each other, because of the many lost lives each part get while fighting; so it passed through generations.

A big wolf, his fur dark orange; stained with dark red blood, his eyes matching the bright red on the face of the merciless man he was facing. The man held a gun in hand and a sword in other; his grey eyes were alight with determination to kill the wolf. There were already three bullets planted in the wolf's flesh, he was panting, but invisible to the man.

They were winning, and the number of wolves was decreasing, one after one they'd fall on the floor, limp and without heartbeat. It wasn't possible; they were stronger, tougher, invincible and powerful. But those filthy humans had their own deadly weapons, which pierce though the flesh and straight into one's heart, the red eyed wolf though for a brief second if they used such weapons against their own kind. But shoving that thought into the depth of his mind he focused on the angry man facing him.

The gun in his hands was still filled with many bullets, enough to kill at least three wolves, but this damned wolf; after receiving three bullets, still won't fall down, but he got the upper hand, after all the wolf is wounded in three different spots, and if he shoots just one other he might fall. The grey eyed man was getting tired, it was dawn already and the battle has been on since night, wolves became smaller by number, giving advantage for the humans to attack two at one wolf, or more; killing them easily.

Suddenly another wolf fell, after two bullets hit him. The man noticed the look on the red eyed wolf when he saw the one who fell; it held horror, shock and sadness.

It was an opening.

"Attack now" the man shouted.

All men shouted and did as he said, bullets flew from everywhere, one wolf falling, another bullet goes with yet another wolf; it was obvious, they were losing. In battle and numbers; so they started to retreat.

The man shot another bullet hitting the wolf in one of his legs, the wolf snarled but retreated with his kind; but the humans followed them, it was dangerous to let any one of them live.

"They're gone" one man said watching as the rest of wolves disappeared into the woods.

A howl was heard as sun finally rose into horizon, men watched around to see if they would find any other wolf, but there was none; of course. And it wasn't a big problem, though men lost a quite big number of lives it wasn't as much as wolves, the surviving wolves could be counted on both hands so they aren't a trouble any longer.

He was tired, he and the rest of the wolves had to part so they'd lose the humans who followed them, on their way of running away another couple of wolves fell, now they were a small pack, so they decided to separate and they'll find their way to each other somehow. Even though they were survivals, this wolf doubted he'd stay alive, his paws left marks on the wet sand behind him, his steps were slow and his body was weakening.

He had no other choice, he needs to shift forms, the only way to allow him to heal his deep wounds, that bastard man shot him four damned bullets and they were still inside his body, and they hurt. The red eyed wolf hated humans, and hated turning into their forms, he hated everything related to them, and they kill every person close to him. Dammit they just killed his father, without him knowing, he just saw his father fall and all breath left him that second. He couldn't even take his father's body back, and apparently he wouldn't be able to.

He reached an old, rusty hut; abounded for years, and shifted to his human shape. His orange fur turned into long orange hair, slightly tanned skin and his wolf body turned into a tall, board human's body. Covering his body was a black pants, with ripped white button up shirt, filled with his blood and others. When he finally reached inside an old bed caught his eyes, and he fell, face forward, into it.

His eyes were burning, his throat dry; why did he lose concentration back at that battle, his father was dead now, and he had no family. A loud shout escaped his throat, a shout filled with pain, sadness and agony. If it was to be heard, the one hearing it would feel what this wolf was feeling now.

"Did you hear what happened?" an old lady said to her friend at the shop in one bright morning.

"They beat the wolves, were now safe" she said, many people gathering when they heard the word wolf

"Last night at the battle, only five or six wolves survived out of many, and our men are after them right now, were going to live normally again"

"Finally" a jet black haired girl said, "They're gone now"

"But Kaoru, some of them might not be so bad" the black haired girl's friend Momoko said

Kaoru had bright lime green eyes, short jet black hair and a tomboy personality. In the village, everyone knew her; they all knew not to mess with her. She hated wolves from the depths of her heart, they killed her eldest brother and father in one of the old fight long time ago, and for that she would never forgive them.

But Momoko, on the other side opposed her, she thought that even if some of the wolves were evil, but there must be some good ones too. Just like humans, she thought that they fight to protect just like humans. But no one agreed with her, except her other friend Miyako on some occasions. Momoko had a long orange hair, tied tightly in a high pony tail with bangs framing her face; she had a unique color of pink eyes and a lightly pale skin.

Miyako had sky blue eyes, golden curled locks, and a soft pale skin, she was one of the prettiest in their village, and she had a sweet heart and a loving personality, which made her friends with everyone, unlike Kaoru; obviously.

"You keep saying that, even though they killed your father and younger sister" Kaoru reminded

"I know, just not all of them did" Momoko replied

"Oh girls, could you please not fight; it's not going to take you anywhere" Miyako pleaded with her baby face

Both Momoko and Kaoru went quiet, they knew how much Miyako didn't like them to fight, so whenever she's there they'd shut their mouths and push the subject; whatever it was, away.

They strode down around the village, visiting some people at their working place, and meeting the new arrivals at their village, one's who'd be living around them for a while. The three girls met an old lady, with a young grandchild, which age was nearly five, and happily played with the kid; each one of the girls wanting to teach him one of her favorite things, climbing trees, reading books or drawing, he picks one. The old lady laughed at the childish side of the girls and thanked them for their warm welcoming.

"Hey did you see the new young man?" a group of girls murmured rather loudly around the corner, seeming to be watching the said man.

"He's so handsome"

"Do you think he's single?"

"Who Knows?"

"What will he be working here as?"

"I heard he's a sword smith"

"I heard he's a new soldier"

Kaoru, fed up with their talks, got up and glared at them, they did it on purpose, and they wanted to tease them.

"HEY YOU!" she shouted to the group of girls, making all heads to turn towards her "Would you cut the crap for a bit, me and my friends are trying to live our day normally"

"Go have it another place" a girl with long brown hair and purple eyes glared.

"You go squeal somewhere else, chicken voices" Kaoru 'humph'ed and walked back, before being interrupted from a male voice.

"What's all the fuss for?" and before Kaoru turned around she could hear the smugness in his voice, she didn't like him.

Turning swiftly on her heels and looking at the man, she tried not to be taken aback from how he looked, the girls weren't kidding when they said he was handsome, but she won't lose to him, he looked so full of himself.

"You should get out of this village" Kaoru stated.

"Pardon me?" the man said unnerved.

"These girls are going to bug you all the time you'll live here" she said shrugging and turning back again "I'm just trying to save you from the torture of hearing their squealing chicken voices every day, all day" she placed her hands behind her head and walked away.

"Kaoru, what was that for?" Miyako said when the three of them were out of sight.

"Nah, it was nothing, they just squealed over a new man in here" Kaoru grumbled

"Ah, I hate when that happens, he's going to be the center of talking for a while now" Momoko sighed

Miyako giggled "Well what to do, this season many people arrive here and there must be a handsome man among them"

"Yeah" Kaoru mumbled

But the man was really handsome, she thought; he had broad shoulders, black long coat adoring them, with a while shirt, black pants and black boots. He had a pale skin, a jet black hair reaching his neck that was tied in a high ponytail, and the most amazing forest green eyes she'd ever seen.

But no one should know that she was, for the first time, awed by a man.