Of Wolf and Man (First Draft)

An ancient clan of shape shifting wolfs, are threatened by a special government division, who wish to wipe them out; causing humans to be the only dominant species. With tension running high within the clan, and humans growing closer on the wolves's trail; Shiro, the snow-colored, red-eyed, wolf, must keep peace and protect the ones he loves.


7. Looking at the Past, Present, and Future. Vol. 2




Shiro laid completely still, trying to gain back energy from falling down. Snow and broken wood laid across his body. The moon shined intensely through the hole Shiro fell through, and lit the abandon mineshaft. 

Shiro tried moving his hand, and felt something sticky. It was warm, and was quickly spreading outward. He traced it back to the source and felt a wooden plank leading into his lower abdomen. Tears ran down his face, and as the cold numbing feeling went away, burning agony replaced it. Shiro let out a soft cough, following a harsh one, and blood flew out. 

  Death didn’t scare Shiro, but regret did. He cringed his fist, and grabbed a mixture of snow and blood. Shiro kept his eyes closed; he didn’t want to open them and face the truth. It was getting harder to breath, and his body lost it’s heat.

With only seconds left of life, there was a whisper in Shiro’s head. It was unclear at first, but words started to make sense, as the voice repeated. 

“…Do you want to live?”

The voice sounded wise, but felt like it had an eerie feeling to it as well. Shiro was cautious to this voice, but the idea of still living would please most people. “W-what do you mean?”

“Exactly as I say, do you want to live?”  

“I, uh…” Shiro didn’t know what to say. Was this real, or hallucination from the loss of blood. He thought of what he still wanted to tell Naomi, and would do anything for that. “Yes, I want to live. Please, don’t let me die here…”

“Reach out for me then, feel my power.”

Shiro didn’t understand how to respond to that, and stuck out his hand, feeling around.

“No, feel me. If you want my help, you’re going to have to earn it.”

Shiro could feel an embodiment of power, calling out to him. He crawled across the tunnel, using only the desperation to live to get across. He could feel blood gushing out, and soaking the rest of his clothes as he crawled over it. The wooden plank still lodged in him, was dragging on the ground, and scrambled inside him. Shiro was screaming in pain, but forced his useless body to move. Blood and tears rushed down Shiro’s face, as he wondered when this path will end, or is this even real?

“If you want to live, and tell that girl what you need to say, you will fight for it!”

The voice gave Shiro some encouragement, and continued to push. Thoughts of his clan covered in their own blood, crossed his head, as did the idea of Naomi. His times with Silus, and playing as kids. Layla asking to play with him, but Silus saying, “Only boys can play this game!” Silus’s father, the clan leader, taking him in as one of his own sons. Everyone who cared about him, and that he loved, flashed through, pushing him to his final limits. 

Shiro let out a roaring cry, “Dammit! I can not, and will not die here!” He lifted his blood soaked body, and continued going forward. Sadly, he was only able to make a few more steps before falling right back down, pushing the plank completely through. But no pain filled Shiro, yet his body was too numb to feel anything. “Please, let me live…I tried so hard…”

“You are strong Shiro, do you still feel my power?”


“Embrace it then! Let us become one, and unite our strengths!”

“I can’t…too…tired…”

“If you give up that easily, then maybe you are not even worth my time.”


“Who are you?!”

“What?” Shiro was caught off guard, as the voice increased it’s own intensity, and became more vocal.

“I said, who are you?!”

“I’m sorry…I don’t understand…”

“Who are you?!”


“And! Are you some weak little pup, like you were that day when your family died!”

Shiro was confused as to how he knew, but also pissed that he would bring that up, “How did y-” 

Cutting of Shiro before he could finish, the voice continued with more enthusiasm, “Will you let it all end now, when you have so much to fight for still!”



“No…” Shiro’s eyes gained some of its color, and they filled with righteous fury , “No! I won’t!”

“Who are you?!”

“I am the Snow-Colored, Red-Eyed, Wolf! The last and only survivor of his clan! I fight for retribution, and my freedom! And not one person will stand in my way!” The power of the presence could be felt seeping into Shiro. He embraced the power, and felt a new unity. His wounds healed, and his energy replenished. Shiro felt like the same person, but a new one at the same time.  



“Now that you have my power Shiro, you must keep it a secret on how you obtained it, and that I am presence within you. You have no clue of how you got this power, and it must stay that way.”

“You have my word.”



Shiro woke up, and saw he was only feet away from the hole he fell through. He examined himself, and saw he was completely fine. The only change was the golden gauntlet he possessed on his left hand. Shiro knew it was from that spirit, an could still feel it within him. Quickly, he remembered that Silus was alone fighting. Shiro ran as fast as he could, making his was to Silus and the two bears.  

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