Thewolftherian

Chapter one Tragity "You're as tall as a mountain, as fair as the garden of roses, as strong as a buffalo, as wise as the wisest owl, and I love you." Akare sang to her little sister, Sunsa.  Daliki, the cheif, came in through the wide deer hide flap.   " Selima has been murdured! "  He declared.  Akare and Sunsa ran out of their teepe and into the corn field.  Their eyes filled with tears as they gathered in the scene.  Selima lay on the dirt, as blood dripped from her neck.  Her eyes were open, and flies buzzed around her.   Her hair was no longer brown, it was thick with dark oozing blood.  Her neck had a deep, deep, gash in it.

Two parents decided to go on a date, so they hired a babysitter to watch their children.  The babysitters name was Samantha, and the two kids she was watching was Izabel, and Troy. They were asleep late at night, while she was texting on the sofa.  Just then the garage light turned on.  Samantha looked up from her phone and looked around.  " Huh? Who's there? " She shrugged and sat back down.  Then the door opened and slammed shut.  The old mastif scruffy started barking and growling baring his teeth.  " Who's there!  I know you're in here! " Said the babysitter.  The phone rang.  She raced over and picked it up.  " Hello? "  " Your all

The wolf so graceful in the snow, run and run here we go, off to the mountain, off to the field, To find a mate with the perfect shield

Beware, Beware, The witches lair, Once you see the sight youll swear without remorse, without a care she will fill you with despair gaze upon her face so fair The witch the witch is everywhere

Wolves run across the icy tundra, not missing a single step. The alpha takes the lead. Howls drift in the cold icy air. They run on, no reason why. As they run, their foosteps pound, like heartbeats. Panting, Heart beating, the wolves run, for no reason why. Run wolves, run. Run wolves, run the voices tell them. A they run they smell...........Humans

                I LOVE WOLVES!!!!!! I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES!  I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES! I LOVE WOLVES!!!!!!!!!!I LOVE WOLVES!!!!!I LOVE WOLVES!!!!

  Once there was a little girl.  By the age of one she was in middle school.  By the age of two she was in highschool.   By the age of three she was in college, and by the age four she graduatated from college and became a proffeser.  But only till the age of a hundred did she learn to love.