AE_PUBLISHING

Growing up, Sharpe always knew there was something different about him-something not quite right. He couldn't understand why he had to put on wool every day before leaving his home when everyone else in the Sheep clan had their own. 

He was always malnourished and tired. Sometimes, an unstoppable urge to escape would bubble up inside him, and he'd run away, even if it is for a short while.

 A short while would be all it took to forget about feeling like an outcast. This short while was a time that he could count on, to just be himself. Until one day, he hears a strange and hauntingly familiar call in the distance. He goes to investigate. But as it seems, some things are better left unknown.

 The struggles of clashing identities wrack Sharpe's mind as he is made to choose between the blissful lie of a life he lived, and the harsh reality he now knows. Is there ever a time when the matters of the heart outweigh the differences between wolf's fur and sheep's wool?

Wolf In The Flesh

Berry looked away. "He is out doing border checks. There has been concerns about our safety."


"How would you know....oh no Sharpe you can't," Berry realized, "please let me explain son..."


"You are not my mother," Sharpe exploded them ran off.


By the time he stopped he was in the graveyard. Then he noticed a single figure by the graves. Then he smelled


something similar to the mixture he was fed. Already knowing it had to be sheep parts there was only one


Bark turned around in horror. "Son what are you doing here?"


"I know," Sharpe said showing his rows of razor teeth, "why did you lie to me?"


"Son," Bark said carefully, "you need to understand that..."


"What happened to my real family?" Sharpe demanded, "why am I not with wolves like the ones outside our


"No, no, you are nothing like those beasts," Bark tried to explain, "it was years ago and there was a war


between our clan and an enemy wolf clan. I...the Elder ram decided you should be raised as a lamb instead of


being left to die or getting killed. We saved your life Sharpe."


"By murdering my real family!" Sharpe raged, "the wolves I met out there did not treat me like an outcast like


"Sharpe," Bark said slowly, "did you tell them where you lived?"


"No, but they run fast like I do," Sharpe said honestly.


"Then I need to go to the Elder Ram immediately," Bark said, "I just have to put back this body..."


Sharpe responded by attacking the dead sheep and tearing it to pieces. Then he was overtaken by a hunger like


never felt and started eating. He paid no attention to a horrified Bark who could only watch his son become


something he didn't even recognize. A real life wolf.


Chapter 3