PLEASE DO!!!!! I just stayed up reading ALL of it and I LOVED it!!!! More!!!! More more more!!!!!
Hunted by Moonlight
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PLEASE DO!!!!! I just stayed up reading ALL of it and I LOVED it!!!! More!!!! More more more!!!!!
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I'm almost done re-reading. Ill write more when I get a chance
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Lol I only had time to read chapter 1 but I love if already! I'm gonna read the neck chapters later 
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New chapter should be up in the next two or three days.
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CH.25
Around midnight a lone figure pads to the entrance of the den, making sure to be very quiet. He is very worried for this new pack of his. He must try to protect them. As he begins to leave the den, he is unaware of another figure waking up behind him.
The figure watches as Garry leaves the den, unaware of his intentions. As soon as the figure cannot see him anymore, she follows. Not a thought has crossed her mind this day but to protect her pack...... and to her, the pack did not yet include Garry.
She padded after him, making sure to be very quiet. He wouldn't have heard her through all of his thoughts, but she didn't know that. It wasn't too hard to keep an eye on him.
Garry sniffed the air around him. The stench of rabbit hung in the forest. He followed it to a small bush, and there, he found two plump rabbits. They were already dead. Something had hunted them earlier, an had left them to pick up later.
She sniffed the air, too. Garry had failed to pick out the stale scent of a wolf. These rabbits were the prey items of a wolf. His mistake had better not cost her pack!
Garry picked the rabbits up from the ground. They were stiff and heavy with death, but he could manage that. They hung from their necks out of his mouth. His eyes landed on the her as soon as he turned around.
There was no mistaking the smile in his eyes. As soon as he had seen that it was her, he spoke a greeting in her head. Oh, how she hated that! When Lena's father did it, it was alright....but Garry? No....
"Do you mind helping me carry these, Dancer?" He asked. She hated it so much when Garry spoke in her head. The fact that she couldn't block the thoughts of werewolves became a burden when he did this. As soon as he made a move to drop the rabbits, Dancer turned around and ran quickly and quietly back to the den.
Inside, no one had stirred. Slowly and gently, she lay back down on her bed of leaves, and began to sleep.
* * * * *
I awoke to the crackle and pop of a small fire just outside the entrance to the den. It scared me at first, because my mom and dad were not in my range of sight, and I thought it might be a forest fire. It turned out, though, that Garry had collected food while we were all sleeping...and started a fire.
I chuckled at this to myself. He must have changed back into human form to start the fire, right? That must have been awkward. I wondered if anyone had been unlucky enough to wake up and walk outside.
The rabbit tasted pretty good. I would have preferred it with steak sauce, but what can you do? There are no trees that grow A1 sauce in the temperate forests of America.... or anywhere else for that matter... Trust me, I would be a tree eater if they did.
I ate one of the hind legs of one of the rabbits. It wasn't much... but that's what I get for being the last one awake in the pack.
It was a quiet morning. My parents sat on the dew covered grass, speaking in silence... Amy was off training with her parents... Dancer was lying down behind my dad, asleep, and Garry looked at her a few times from where he lie under a pine.
I walked off a short distance. I could faintly hear the fire where I stopped, and everyone was fully out of sight. The faintest smell of wolf found its way to my nose. It slowly became stronger and stronger, and I found myself soon staring into the amber eyes of a proud beast.
It bared its teeth at me through the bushes. A face that would be beautiful otherwise was proving itself to be full of white, gnashing teeth. I growled. A low rumble dribbled from my throat, and my tail raised in threat and dominance. There was no doubt that I could beat this wolf with my eyes closed... If I had been trained for a month, it would've been a sure thing... But as a new wolf, I didn't have much faith or control over my abilities.
Just to mess with the poor wolf, and hopefully intimidate it, I began to change the color of my fur. It started off as a shade of Brown, and I turned it russet, then black, then let it fade into my original white color, and then finally into a sandy brown.
The wolf's tail lowered a tiny bit, but his ears showed peaked interest. I changed color again. It turns out, my fur still has small black and white spots to accent it that never change when I change color. I even began to try out markings. First I went back to white... Then I went to gray with white socks, and then reddish with a white tail tip, black socks, muzzle with white on the sides and cheeks, white underbelly, and dark ears.
The wolf began to growl at that look, so I turned a light gray with white on the face...black around the nose and mouth, and small accents of black in the ears and some other places.
I kind of enjoyed it. The wolf had seemed prettymuch disarmed after the third color change, and was now sitting down waiting for me to do more. I didn't. I bared my teeth and growled again, and that was enough to scare it off. It broke plenty of foliage as it went, and, after my display, I don't think I could blame it.
My parents and Garry, and Dancer came running as soon as the wolf had begun to break foliage. They had to make sure I was alright as soon as they figured out what had happened, and my parents made me change back to white while they made sure I had no wounds. They wouldn't take my word for it.
Finally, the inspection was over, and I was ordered not to leave camp alone anymore. Wonderful.
Around midnight a lone figure pads to the entrance of the den, making sure to be very quiet. He is very worried for this new pack of his. He must try to protect them. As he begins to leave the den, he is unaware of another figure waking up behind him.
The figure watches as Garry leaves the den, unaware of his intentions. As soon as the figure cannot see him anymore, she follows. Not a thought has crossed her mind this day but to protect her pack...... and to her, the pack did not yet include Garry.
She padded after him, making sure to be very quiet. He wouldn't have heard her through all of his thoughts, but she didn't know that. It wasn't too hard to keep an eye on him.
Garry sniffed the air around him. The stench of rabbit hung in the forest. He followed it to a small bush, and there, he found two plump rabbits. They were already dead. Something had hunted them earlier, an had left them to pick up later.
She sniffed the air, too. Garry had failed to pick out the stale scent of a wolf. These rabbits were the prey items of a wolf. His mistake had better not cost her pack!
Garry picked the rabbits up from the ground. They were stiff and heavy with death, but he could manage that. They hung from their necks out of his mouth. His eyes landed on the her as soon as he turned around.
There was no mistaking the smile in his eyes. As soon as he had seen that it was her, he spoke a greeting in her head. Oh, how she hated that! When Lena's father did it, it was alright....but Garry? No....
"Do you mind helping me carry these, Dancer?" He asked. She hated it so much when Garry spoke in her head. The fact that she couldn't block the thoughts of werewolves became a burden when he did this. As soon as he made a move to drop the rabbits, Dancer turned around and ran quickly and quietly back to the den.
Inside, no one had stirred. Slowly and gently, she lay back down on her bed of leaves, and began to sleep.
* * * * *
I awoke to the crackle and pop of a small fire just outside the entrance to the den. It scared me at first, because my mom and dad were not in my range of sight, and I thought it might be a forest fire. It turned out, though, that Garry had collected food while we were all sleeping...and started a fire.
I chuckled at this to myself. He must have changed back into human form to start the fire, right? That must have been awkward. I wondered if anyone had been unlucky enough to wake up and walk outside.
The rabbit tasted pretty good. I would have preferred it with steak sauce, but what can you do? There are no trees that grow A1 sauce in the temperate forests of America.... or anywhere else for that matter... Trust me, I would be a tree eater if they did.
I ate one of the hind legs of one of the rabbits. It wasn't much... but that's what I get for being the last one awake in the pack.
It was a quiet morning. My parents sat on the dew covered grass, speaking in silence... Amy was off training with her parents... Dancer was lying down behind my dad, asleep, and Garry looked at her a few times from where he lie under a pine.
I walked off a short distance. I could faintly hear the fire where I stopped, and everyone was fully out of sight. The faintest smell of wolf found its way to my nose. It slowly became stronger and stronger, and I found myself soon staring into the amber eyes of a proud beast.
It bared its teeth at me through the bushes. A face that would be beautiful otherwise was proving itself to be full of white, gnashing teeth. I growled. A low rumble dribbled from my throat, and my tail raised in threat and dominance. There was no doubt that I could beat this wolf with my eyes closed... If I had been trained for a month, it would've been a sure thing... But as a new wolf, I didn't have much faith or control over my abilities.
Just to mess with the poor wolf, and hopefully intimidate it, I began to change the color of my fur. It started off as a shade of Brown, and I turned it russet, then black, then let it fade into my original white color, and then finally into a sandy brown.
The wolf's tail lowered a tiny bit, but his ears showed peaked interest. I changed color again. It turns out, my fur still has small black and white spots to accent it that never change when I change color. I even began to try out markings. First I went back to white... Then I went to gray with white socks, and then reddish with a white tail tip, black socks, muzzle with white on the sides and cheeks, white underbelly, and dark ears.
The wolf began to growl at that look, so I turned a light gray with white on the face...black around the nose and mouth, and small accents of black in the ears and some other places.
I kind of enjoyed it. The wolf had seemed prettymuch disarmed after the third color change, and was now sitting down waiting for me to do more. I didn't. I bared my teeth and growled again, and that was enough to scare it off. It broke plenty of foliage as it went, and, after my display, I don't think I could blame it.
My parents and Garry, and Dancer came running as soon as the wolf had begun to break foliage. They had to make sure I was alright as soon as they figured out what had happened, and my parents made me change back to white while they made sure I had no wounds. They wouldn't take my word for it.
Finally, the inspection was over, and I was ordered not to leave camp alone anymore. Wonderful.
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Ai Ai Ai! This story is still so bad! I wish the edit buttons didn't disappear after so long, but...
I'm going to attempt to finish this story once and for all this year, so if I start to fade away again and stop posting... PM me. It'll bring me back when I read my email.
Ch.26
Pushing through the bracken and making as little noise as possible, I headed back to camp. The sun was high and bright overhead, and, looking up, I could see little sign of clouds. From zenith halfway to horizon the sun impeded my sight, but the area I could see was a beautiful and bright blue. Rays dappled my fur as I walked, streaming through the branches of the forested area around where I tread, and warming me.
"Keep moving, babe. You're not getting out of my sight." My mother bumped into my shoulder, and she gave me what I supposed was a grin... but every gesture that involved showing teeth in this form looked threatening. I didn't see why one wolf had caused all this fuss... I couldn't even see why a pack of wolves would cause any room for this level of anxiety, but there must be a reason.. I stopped walking.
"What are you doing?" mom questioned sharply as she ran into me.
"Why are you so afraid of that wolf?" I stared at her indignantly, inwardly refusing to move until she told me what there was to be afraid of when we were so strong- why run?
"Wolves are dangerous to us, Len," she started. "You see, long ago, there were no werewolves."
"What? Then why are there now?" I watched as Dancer tilted her head - as if to listen to the conversation - and then a moment later set off toward camp without us. The sunlight danced off of her fur and she seemed content.
Mom looked after Dancer to see how far away she was and then spoke, "The story is known to werewolves all over the world and of all languages, so it is assumed that it is true. A long time ago in France, a group of hunters specialized in hunting wolves.... But the hunters did not respect their prey, and brought the population to be very low."
"A sorceress saw this, and decided to punish the hunters for their crimes against the prey they had slaughtered and all of the wolves that would never be. She lured the hunters to her home and showed them some of their trophies. They sat down to a dinner cooked by this sorceress, and when the meal was through, a horrible pain gripped every last one of them. She had changed them and locked them in the dining room together where they fought amongst themselves for a little while and then began to howl mournfully."
"Hearing this, the sorceress opened the door and told them there was a hunting party looking for them, and the hunters ran into the forest to seek their rescuers. When they found the party, they were surprised at being attacked. They had made no move to attack, yet they were now being hunted."
"All but two of the old hunters fell, and not knowing what else to do, ran back to the sorceress. She gave them back their voices and the first yelled at her, so she sent him away, never to return. The second said he now understood what he had done to all of those wolves was very wrong, and the sorceress granted him a pardon; the man could now transform between wolf and man. He thanked her and returned to civilization to begin a family. This was the beginning of our lineage."
I stared in shocked silence at my mother for a few moments, and she began to walk past me. I followed close behind and asked her, "So... why are you so afraid of wolves? You never explained that."
"It part of another old tale that if a werewolf fights a wolf, they are stripped of all of their greater power until the battle is over and one of the opponents are dead. It is also said that no werewolf's natural strength can compare to that of a wolf."
"How do you know?" I asked, perplexed.
"That first ancestor made a rival of the other hunter who survived. Soon after his last encounter with the sorceress, his hunting companion went mad and began attacking townspeople. He tried to help, but the townspeople saw him as he was changing, and declared that, 'There is a man able to change into a wolf slaughtering the people.' So he had to lay low. He clashed with the unchanging hunter, who the people had begun to call 'Loup Garou', many a time, but it was a silver bullet that hindered the evil one, and a final battle with a wolf, that finally rid the world of his menace."
I could hear dancer barking happily back to camp, and tried to imagine what my our ancestor was like. Was he very nice? Did he carry a grudge toward the sorceress? Did he consider himself cursed?
I'm going to attempt to finish this story once and for all this year, so if I start to fade away again and stop posting... PM me. It'll bring me back when I read my email.
Ch.26
Pushing through the bracken and making as little noise as possible, I headed back to camp. The sun was high and bright overhead, and, looking up, I could see little sign of clouds. From zenith halfway to horizon the sun impeded my sight, but the area I could see was a beautiful and bright blue. Rays dappled my fur as I walked, streaming through the branches of the forested area around where I tread, and warming me.
"Keep moving, babe. You're not getting out of my sight." My mother bumped into my shoulder, and she gave me what I supposed was a grin... but every gesture that involved showing teeth in this form looked threatening. I didn't see why one wolf had caused all this fuss... I couldn't even see why a pack of wolves would cause any room for this level of anxiety, but there must be a reason.. I stopped walking.
"What are you doing?" mom questioned sharply as she ran into me.
"Why are you so afraid of that wolf?" I stared at her indignantly, inwardly refusing to move until she told me what there was to be afraid of when we were so strong- why run?
"Wolves are dangerous to us, Len," she started. "You see, long ago, there were no werewolves."
"What? Then why are there now?" I watched as Dancer tilted her head - as if to listen to the conversation - and then a moment later set off toward camp without us. The sunlight danced off of her fur and she seemed content.
Mom looked after Dancer to see how far away she was and then spoke, "The story is known to werewolves all over the world and of all languages, so it is assumed that it is true. A long time ago in France, a group of hunters specialized in hunting wolves.... But the hunters did not respect their prey, and brought the population to be very low."
"A sorceress saw this, and decided to punish the hunters for their crimes against the prey they had slaughtered and all of the wolves that would never be. She lured the hunters to her home and showed them some of their trophies. They sat down to a dinner cooked by this sorceress, and when the meal was through, a horrible pain gripped every last one of them. She had changed them and locked them in the dining room together where they fought amongst themselves for a little while and then began to howl mournfully."
"Hearing this, the sorceress opened the door and told them there was a hunting party looking for them, and the hunters ran into the forest to seek their rescuers. When they found the party, they were surprised at being attacked. They had made no move to attack, yet they were now being hunted."
"All but two of the old hunters fell, and not knowing what else to do, ran back to the sorceress. She gave them back their voices and the first yelled at her, so she sent him away, never to return. The second said he now understood what he had done to all of those wolves was very wrong, and the sorceress granted him a pardon; the man could now transform between wolf and man. He thanked her and returned to civilization to begin a family. This was the beginning of our lineage."
I stared in shocked silence at my mother for a few moments, and she began to walk past me. I followed close behind and asked her, "So... why are you so afraid of wolves? You never explained that."
"It part of another old tale that if a werewolf fights a wolf, they are stripped of all of their greater power until the battle is over and one of the opponents are dead. It is also said that no werewolf's natural strength can compare to that of a wolf."
"How do you know?" I asked, perplexed.
"That first ancestor made a rival of the other hunter who survived. Soon after his last encounter with the sorceress, his hunting companion went mad and began attacking townspeople. He tried to help, but the townspeople saw him as he was changing, and declared that, 'There is a man able to change into a wolf slaughtering the people.' So he had to lay low. He clashed with the unchanging hunter, who the people had begun to call 'Loup Garou', many a time, but it was a silver bullet that hindered the evil one, and a final battle with a wolf, that finally rid the world of his menace."
I could hear dancer barking happily back to camp, and tried to imagine what my our ancestor was like. Was he very nice? Did he carry a grudge toward the sorceress? Did he consider himself cursed?
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