4 letter story

The howl of a wolf rang in the dark. The howl was sad. The wolf was near it's end. A gun shot rang out. A soft cry rang in the air. Then there was only the mist to keep me warm. That was it. I was on my own.

The run with the pack was never the same.m That pain, it hurt to even think of him. "NO!" I said "DON'T GO!" but it did not work he was gone, gone with the wind. I woke up with a start. He was not at camp. So it was true, he was gone.

Then it cam. The rain. Not from the sky , but from the guns. The bang rang in my ears and into my head. This day was the as the one when I lost him. It was dark and cool with mist and fog. We ran, me and the pack, deep into the woods, the men came too. They cry of a wolf in pain made me turn and help. I went to her and sat as her eyes went from blue to a cold, steal gray. She was gone. I ran back to the pack. We were safe, for now. Our pack lost 5 guys and 1 girl. Our pack was too tiny. Now we had to fight. All in the dark, we came up with a plan. Ruin the cars, so they had no way to reach and find us. Next the guns. We took them and put them in the lake. Now they had no way to hurt us. We were even. Part of the plan was to run them out of here. We got one male bear and one girl bear and they got more and more wild cats. Soon we had an army. Then the time came. "1, 2, 3! GO!" We ran and the mean began to flee, out of our town and into their' s. We had won, us! As for me. Me, one wolf, is here to tell the tale.