The Losses of Life Chapter four –
I woke early to the feel the dew in my eyes. Rustling out of the sleeping bag I heard my belly growl. Quickly looking for my satchel I found some food for both my horse and me. I looked to the North Mountains. I could still see the wolf packs moving thru the thick underground. I can still remember the feeling of the being the wolf, the freedom that I felt and the undeniable lust to run to the woods and never return. But that was years ago and I must not dwell on it as much as I do. I need to think ahead. After quickly relieving my self I made my way on to the past. I fell in love again with the land I was riding on. The beauty of it all shocked me. I remember little of my time here, before the final night. Before dancing with the devils son and wanting to do it again. The wolves are tracking me. Their howls are calling to me. I must get to my destination soon, I should be there by tomorrow evening, I think instead I will ride thru the night. I fear that if I stop I won't get up again.
AN: I found a part of this floating around me PC. I worked it a lil and this is what you get. Again I want to say this is not betad so any mess ups please don't be afriad to tell me. Thank you for reading now please review: )
