All Characters and story line copyrght to me [SilverWolf-(SW)]

The song kay sing's is copy right to Sixx:A.M. [Tomorrow-Sixx:A.M.]    

           The dust was smothering me; my eyes squint and watered as the dirt shifted through the air and into my eyes. I did the best I could to try and spot an enemy attacking. They were afraid of me and I knew it. I spread my stance as I heard the dirt crunch under an approaching wolf’s paw. I jumped in the air and I saw its shadow pass under me. I slashed my paw across his back and slammed his neck in my jaws. I felt his blood run down my throat as smiled as I heard more approaching.

            I spun the limp wolf in my muzzle and threw him into the shadow running at me and pinned the one running next to him. “Still think you can get me,” I snarled then grinned. I felt him flinching underneath me and shook my head in shame. I pulled his throat out and prepared for the remaining attackers to approach.

            The dust finally began to settle and I smirked at the bodies of my attackers scattered around the ground. All that stood was the wolf I hit with his comrades body, he stood shaking his claws dug into the ground.  I took slow steps towards him and with each step he muttered a whimper and pulled his head back in towards his body. Once I stood face to face with him I snapped my jaws shut and he fell whimpered onto the ground. I shook my head and turned away from him and bolted into the unfamiliar woods I was headed towards before I was ambushed.

            My attackers were a small group from my training squad who were sent to kill me. I didn’t know what my pack’s Higher was thinking sending these useless fighters after me. He knew I was the top fighter of any of the wolves in that pack and others. I don’t know why but it just was just as easy as breathing or walking for me. They say it came from my dad, an accomplished general just under our pack Higher. I hated him for it; he was supporting the torture of others and expected me to follow right behind him.

            Of course, I did not, which is why I’m in this situation, running from our dying pack into woods I’ve never seen. Only to live the rest of my life fighting off other wolves and scavenging for food. I’m really not looking forward to it, but better that then live like my father. 

            The woods felt uncomfortable under my paws and the musty air frightened me as I ventured further into the boundaries of the woods. There was the occasional bird or small prey that would flap or scurry nervously away from me but no sign of other wolves. I yawned a bit bored at the little life in the barren forest and searched for a small place to rest. I didn’t have intentions on making a den quite yet; the ground would suffice for a bed for now. I found an area of soft ground and smirked at it’s feeling under my paws. I let out one more, long yawn and licked the small wounds I got from my fight earlier after laying in the light grass underneath me. 

            It was only a few hours since I ran and things were already looking positive, but that would only last for so long. It wasn’t long after I picked up a scent from several wolves; their scent was unfamiliar, from another pack. I snarled to myself and dug my claws into the tree that towered over my resting spot. I pulled myself up the tree as best I could and got to the first branch. As I threw myself onto the first branch I got my balance and began to leap up towards the branches just above. I was about five branches up when the surface of the branches were smaller and harder to catch balance on.

            I decided to stop where I was about twenty or more feet from the ground below and watch as the scent began to get even closer.  My legs were getting even more tired standing on the branch so I laid my body carefully down onto it. The scent was so close I could tell the number of wolves and weather they were male or female. It was five males and two females and they were sniffing everything in sight. I could tell they were looking for something, most likely hunters from another pack searching for food. I cringed a bit as I saw one of the females sniff the spot where I slept, it was obvious she could scent a wolf was there.

            “Hey, I got something,” shouted the female to another of the wolves she traveled with.

            Two males came over and scented my spot as well, “Is it her?”

            The female rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, “No, I’m sure there are hundreds of young female wolves running all over these woods.”

            The male she spoke to snarled as the rest of the group laughed, “Well, then where is she you ignorant bitch, the scent ends here”

            The group’s laughter hushed and the female sunk her head down and didn’t answer. I had become very curious of these two wolves they were searching for. I pulled myself further forward on the branch to get a better view of the situation but didn’t realize how weak the branch really was. It made several loud cracks which immediately caught the attention of the wolves underneath me.

            “That’s her!” one of the males shouted pointing his muzzle directly at me. I yelped and tried to scramble back towards the thicker portion of the branch. However my movement only disturbed the branch even more which made several loud cracks in response. Finally, it gave it, the branch snapped away from the truck sending me tumbling off and onto the lowest branch. I grunted loudly in pain as I slipped off that branch and onto the soft grass directly in front of the mob that had spotted me.

            They quickly surrounded me all of them snarling their heads lowered in an attack position. I shuffled to my feet and looked in the eyes of all my attacks and grimaced. “That’s not the kid, Who are you!” one of the males shouted.

            I only gulped and shook my head. “That was a question!” the female wolf who mocked the male earlier snarled.

            I took a strong stance with a growl. “No one of importance to you assholes,” I snarled. I think it was my comment that made them snap or maybe it was the growl, but either one sent all seven of them flying at me in a fury of claws and teeth. I jumped over the rushing mob causing them to bite and rip at each other for a few. One had his throat ripped by his comrade which could of cared less. The remaining six circled me and I smiled at their challenge.

            “What’s so funny loner” asked the same female.

            “You, all of you. How you think that your numbers over me guarantees your victory” I said.

            “Wait, what?” asked the female obviously confused at my response.

            One of the males huffed and shook his head “Idiot. He mans just cause we out number him does not mean we can beat him.”

            The female snarled at him, “Oh shut up,” she turned to me, “we don’t need numbers to beat you.”

            I smiled as she began to fall for my short thought plan. “Well then, you think so strongly of yourself, why don’t you take me on alone” Her snarl quickly faded into a slight grin.

            “You honestly think you can beat me alone?”

            “That is what I said” I smirked even wider as she sent the wolves that surrounded off of me. She stood alone in front of me with the most confident stance she could manage to show. I held in a laugh and resumed a comfortable stance.

            “You sure you up to this,” I spoke mockingly which obviously only made her angrier. She snarled loudly and lowered her body closer to the ground. I chuckled again failing to hide it which made her angrier still.

            “You’re dead mutt,” she barked

            “Not if it’s up to you to kill me,” I