Creative Writing: Among Wolves

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The dew covered forest floor oozes itself between my toes as I try to absorb every ravishing detail of the forest. The rising sun sets its glowing array of color on the rims of the moss-cloaked figures in front of me and the birds warble high above in the crowed of trees to generate a beautiful melody for the atmosphere. Drawing in a deep breath, I analyze each scent, aroma and fragrance of the woods I’ve encircled myself in, each odor bringing me into a more engrossed tranquility. It’s times like these that I long for my unborn inner wolf so I can connect with nature on a closer level.
“BELLE!” My fathers fierce voice echo’s in my head, calling me from my dream like state. Like I’ve been splashed with a bucket of cold water, a rush of fear courses through my body, realization hits me that I over stayed my visit to the forest and forgot to get back to my families home in time. I was in charge of the cooking, cleaning and any other sort of chore around the house. Turning on my heels, I dash towards the direction I came from. Jumping over fallen trees, boulders and bushes, the landscape around me becomes a blur from the speed at which I was running. Although I didn’t have a wolf, I was still fast like any other werewolf, actually, much faster, stronger and all my senses were even more heightened, I guess it was kind of a make up for not having a wolf.
Arriving in the clearing of the pack village, I see a few wolves already up, including the nightshift patrol turning in from their shift. I try to make myself invisible by casually walking past them with my head down. They seamed fairly distracted and occupied by their conversation to really pay any attention to a regular she wolf passing by. Unfortunately for me their conversation ...

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...yone’s speculation was confirmed when I didn’t shift. It caused shame to my family as well as myself. My siblings already hated me for what I did to my parents, but me being wolfless got them teased for having a weak family. Both siblings especially my older sister began to loath me. That was two years ago, and it’s only gotten worse. Since then, I’ve been burnt, cut, hit, beaten and thrown more times than I can count. The physical abuse is just as horrible as the verbal abuse, if no ones taking a swing at me, they’re expressing their hatred through words.

I’ve figured at this point that the pile of food in front of me is enough to feed the family of four, I wouldn’t be joining them for breakfast, its not like I ever do anyways. I ring the bell to signal breakfast is ready, before quickly leaving the kitchen and head to the closet filled with cleaning supplies.

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