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

A wild applause went but Bark could not clap. His heart was still heavy with loss.


"Fear not," another sheep patted him on the back, "we will be victorious over the wolf scum."


Bark just nodded. The Elder Ram had decided not to inform the rest of the village about Sharpe. It would be


assumed he was being kept indoors like many young and weaker members of the clan were. When the war was


over it was planned to tell everyone Sharpe had died during the attack.


After the meeting Bark headed to his post to check on his weapons. A shotgun which was passed down in his


family as a rare and legendary weapon, his armor, shield and a cutlass usually used for field work contributed by


one of the farm hands who was too slow for battle.


Bark let out a battle cry with the loudest bleet he could muster and set his mind on battle and victory.


Sharpe avoided the other wolves as best he could. Out in the wilderness he realized how hard life really was. He


mainly caught raw fish in the stream because he hated hunting fleeing prey. A rabbit once looked at him with so


much guilt that he froze and another wolf took the opportunity and killed it.


He missed his family but was still angry at them for murdering his birth parents.


"Brother, why do you avoid us?" Remus came up to him.


"I am no one's brother," Sharpe bristled, "I am no one."


"We heard stories of a strange lamb living among the sheep of a certain clan," Remus went on, "then rumors


started of a wolf cub being stolen and kept as a trophy. I guess we found you."


"Indeed," Remus said, "are you with them?"


"I confronted them with their lies and they exiled me," Sharpe chose to say.


"Cowards to the end, sheep," Remus said, "we attack at midnight, fight with us or stay out of our way."


"I know fate if I cross you," Sharpe said then bowed his head.


Chapter 5