Chapter 9: The Tail-less Wolf

Salem

I whimpered, frightened, and in pain. He bit off my tail.

"When I'm through with you, you won't look like a wolf, you scoundrel. You and your kind don't deserve to be called wolves; you're all low-life and a disgusting rogue."

Immediately, I turned around to flee for my life. He leaped readily to sink his teeth into my neck. My eyes closed, preparing for my death. Suddenly, my eyes opened upon hearing a fight. I was surprised to see two wolves from the Dark Moon Pack fighting the two grey wolves. Quickly, I turned around and ran away from them. Tears emerged from my eyes. I could not fight back the tears from the great pain I was undergoing. The Grey Pack had killed my entire pack, robbing me of a life of happiness and peace I could have had, and now one had bitten off my tail.

I returned in the same direction I was coming from, not having anywhere else to go. The rain caused by my tears soaked my body. I ran for my life and for my safety, scared that the Grey Pack might some