Faloye Abdul Martin

It's about a young boy who became a wolf over night. He found out he had a reason for becoming a wolf, which was to protect the supernatural from attacking humans and also to stop humans from hunting down the supernatural. He also had to protect the love of his life and his son from his enemies. Which is why he wouldn't forgive anyone who tried to harm them.

The Fate Of A Wolf

The hounds’ howling sent a wave of dismay into my bones. They were gaining on me. The rapid thuds of their powerful paws hitting the undergrowth jarred my thinning nerves. I pictured their massive jaws clamping down upon my neck and shuddered.

In blind panic, I willed something bad to happen to my pursuers, to slow them down. Then I heard a loud clashing sound followed by vicious swearing. It seemed that at least two members of the mob had fallen on their faces and probably eaten a mouthful of dirt.

“Watch out, Sara!” an older man snarled. “I’m right behind you!”

“It’s not me, Guy,” Sara protested in a scratchy voice. She might have smoked too much. “That little bitch made the branches swing at us. You know she can do that.”

They knew me better than I did. And if I’d made those trees hit them, I could probably do more.

Concentrating hard, I pictured the wind, imagined it blowing and summoning it to come to me. A strong gust rose, hurling a load of dead

leaves, dirt, and pine needles at the hunters.

They halted to fend off the elemental attack and cursed at me.

“I twisted my ankle,” a younger man’s mean voice whined. “That bitch

“Counter spells!” Guy yelled with harsh authority.

A chorus of chanting filled the night, chilling the air and turning the

The wind I’d conjured fell silent, and the air stagnated and smelled like

This time, when I willed a storm to come to my aid and to sweep away

my foes, nothing happened. These hunters were clearly powerful users of magic. Their combined magic and spells had countered my will.

So far, I’d only slowed them down a little. They were a horde, one I couldn’t stop.

Dread weighing upon my chest like lead, I stumbled ahead without seeing what was in front of me. A thorny branch from a shrub tore the hem of my gown at my knees.

While running, I glanced down to check the damage as a throbbing pain radiated from my right thigh. For the first time, I noticed I was wearing a white sleeping gown. Thorns had torn open the fabric and left a faint trace of blood across my leg.

The hounds’ bloodcurdling howls growing closer iced me over. The scent of my blood must have driven them into a frenzy. I ran faster, willing my strides to be longer. One of the hounds had gotten so close to me I could feel its horrid breath steaming my neck.

Fear seizing me, I looked over my shoulder to see how close the beast actually was, hoping I’d imagined the closeness. My foot rammed into a fallen branch, and I tripped. The momentum sent me flying headfirst into a clearing.

It might’ve been a quiet, nice night in the dark forest if this hunting scene hadn’t happened. And now even big animals didn’t dare to make a sound as they hunkered beneath thick undergrowth. Owls had stopped hooting a while ago.

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