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Hunger,the unabtainable hunger of freedom....


4. Fangs and fur

The wolf lunged for my throat, his teeth grazeing my skin as I rolled away across the floor. Suddenly another wolf knocked the attacking one aside, the attacker then scampered off, leaving me to the mercy of this beast.


This new wolf breathed in my face, but his breath was not rotten like the first's, it smelt like the forest, of fresh cut wood chips. I looked again and it was gone, the wolf that smelt like the forest, had vanished, leaving me alone under the cold, cold moon.....

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