With a puff of breath I stop growling, realizing that all the growling I am doing is drawing unwanted attention from the more power hungry wolves; the ones looking for a female they can break into ultimate submission. I refuse to be one of them.
With a flick of my tail I close my eyes, playing indifference to the idea when in reality I want to go out and destroy all those males that stare at the she-wolves like a buffet ready for the taking. Like a commodity they can buy and do as they please to them. These are the wolves I will need to stay away from during my week in the forest.
There is still a few hours left before the blue moon will appear, just waiting till midnight when it will be at its highest peak. My night mare will begin the moment the clock strikes twelve and if I did
