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

A spark of hope surged inside me. I could lose my pursuers if there was a river. I picked up my speed, pumping my arms back and forth and sped toward what I hoped would be my freedom.

The shouting behind me grew louder. It was followed by a downpour of arrows attempting to block my path, but I didn’t stop. An arrow sank into my thigh. I cried out in pain, nearly stumbled, but managed to keep going in an awkward limping run. The sound of water grew closer, maybe less than half a mile away.

Moonlight shone through a clearing fifty feet ahead. I inhaled a lungful of air that tasted of earth, spice, and burned sugar.

A wave of sadness washed over me. How many seasons had I missed?

I tore into the clearing. Without the trees blocking my view, I could see

that ahead wasn’t a river but a cliff, and the roaring sound came from a waterfall.

I sprinted toward the cliff with all the strength I had left. The hunters and their hound charged out of the forest behind me, shouting angrily and desperately.

A volley of arrows zipped toward me, and I dodged them to the best of my ability, which was hard to do, considering I had no cover.

When I reached the edge of the cliff, a bullet got me, which wasn’t too bad, as it went right through me under my right shoulder. The wound wouldn’t be fatal.

I wheeled toward the hunters, grinning savagely while flipping them the bird.

“Fuck you!” I roared and jumped backward into the thundering waterfall.

The roaring rapids eventually slowed and brought me to grasslands dotted with shrubs, probably five miles from where I’d jumped.

If I stayed in the water any longer, my skin might just peel off. I swam against the current toward the bank, trying not to black out. I’d lost a lot of blood from all my injuries. Eventually, I made it and sprawled along the riverbank to catch my breath.

Slowly, I sat up, my head pounding from blood loss and fatigue. But it was a nice surprise to see that the bullet wound in my shoulder had already sealed. The only indication that I’d been hit by a bullet was a red, angry mark on my skin.

So, I healed fast, which was fantastic. Was that why the hunters wanted me, so they could study me and steal my power?

I scanned my surroundings one more time to make sure I was the only one in the wilderness and temporarily safe, then I took a more thorough inventory of myself, specifically the damn arrow which was still embedded into my thigh.

I inched back toward the river until half of my ass was on the edge of the lapping water. I held the hem of my sleep gown and tore four long strips to make a makeshift bandage.

I snatched up a twig and inserted it between my teeth before gripping the shaft of the arrow, which had snapped in two while I was in the churning pool of the waterfall. I yanked the arrow out with all my might and bravery. The sound of flesh tearing filled my ears, but was quickly drowned out by my screams of agony.

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