Count Bodies Like Sheep Novels & Stories

she responds. Sheep?! Sheep?! “Sheep?” “Yes, sheep. Baaah.” “What do you mean?” I ask, slightly insulted. “Well, most packs have the same mentality, same behavior. Anyone who thinks in opposition to the pack on a subject or behaves in a manner different from others is instantly labeled a pariah, an outsider, a loser. And then tormented until they have to leave or are kicked out or worse, killed.” “Is that what happens to you?” “What?”

Corrin says. Ash's eyes widens. “Got any more insane abilities you'd like to share with the group?” Sophia laughs softly. “I'll tell you if I discover anymore” I joke, as I walk towards the bodies. Each one of their faces held expressions of either fear or horror. They never expected such a thing to happen to them. Some were even in their wolf forms. This is worse than I thought. The bodies were dressed, and they looked ready for combat. I had thought they were ambushed, but I'm picking up the scent of metal around this whole area.

I have to keep my speed slow to avoid death. I came across Colton, he was tugging the body of a sheep. How much cattle do they own? Colton spotted me in the dark, his eyes glowing like bright lights. “What the.... are you out of your mind?” He tossed the sheep onto a pile of dead sheeps. From the gasoline, and the matches on the ground i think he’s planning to burn them. He’s dug a hole so they don’t to the trees, and dry twigs and set the entire forest ablaze.

“Do you know what I see when I look at them, Ariella?” She tilts her head slightly, waiting. “I see bodies. I see graves. I see blood on the ground, torn limbs, wolves slaughtered like cattle.” My voice cracks despite me trying to keep it steady. “If they don’t learn to fight like demons, that’s what’s waiting for them.” Her expression softens. She steps closer, close enough that her scent, wild roses with lavender, wraps around me, steadying the beast in my chest. “And if you keep pushing them this way, they’ll break before the fight even comes.”

The sound of a thousand people drowning at once. One by one, the "sheep" began to shed. Their wool sloughed off in great, wet clumps, revealing not skin, but something translucent and pulsating, filled with thousands of tiny, scurrying eyes. They weren't livestock; they were parasites, a fungal intelligence that had been feeding on the land—and on me—for years.