I would like to say that this is my first book I have wrote and that I would love to have feed back and constructive criticism but please don't be rude I am a newbie.
Chapter One: The Wolf
I hear the sound of my arrow leaving my bow. It seems to stop time completely. Hunting is my escape from the life I live, my mother died when I was eight from smallpox. Since then my dad has never been the same. I look to my kill. It is a fairly large buck deer that could sustain my family for a month or so, but I am not the only one that has my eyes on the prize. I see a large pair of almost human like eyes staring at me from across the clearing. It walks out into the clearing. It is a large wolf, it's coat gleams in the moonlight reflecting of the fresh powder snow. I start to reach for my quiver not trying to make any quick movements. I reach for my ash arrow and get ready to let my arrow fly when it looks towards me with it's human like eyes. They are a deep shade of blue. It knows what is coming but it does not have time to think about about turning and running. I let my arrow fly and I stand and watch the life leave from it's eyes.