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This is all about my character Hunter. He's been a character of mine since I was about ten years old. I remember I used to pretend to be him along with my friends and their characters XD This is meant to be a book, so I've only done about two chapters or so (and they're a bit short). Please tell me what you think! This is Hunter's history (the one I made up when I was like ten and have progressed up 'till now). I'm posting it for you guys to see so I can get constructive critism, comments, etc. Thanks!
(Keep in mind this story is in first person narration)
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Prologue:
My name is Hunter. My mother was an arctic wolf, and my father was a Mexican wolf. My fur is all golden colored, exactly the shade of gold. From the tip of my forehead to the end of my snout, lies a white arrow marking. Why do I have this? I was born with it of course. But if you look at me today, you’d think I was a monster, a disaster waiting to happen. Well, the truth is, I am. My whole life I’ve had to struggle and go through relentless pain. The things I’ve gone through, you wouldn’t be able to handle no matter how hard you tried. I lost my parents, I was attacked even when I was a pup, hunters are constantly chasing after me, and it seems that my whole life is just being wasted with anger and frustration. I don’t know why I decide to keep my life. It seems like it’s all just a waste. The happy moments only last for seconds at a time. The rest of the time, all I can feel is pain. I bet you want to know my story huh? Well, then you’re in for a surprise. But I feel it’s fair to warn you. My life is one big mess. I’m not like any other wolf you’d see. But I can tell you what it’s like. So maybe you can learn from my mistakes, or learn how to deal with things that are hard for you. But where it all starts? Somewhere in southern Alaska, during spring.
Chapter 1: Rodrigo
The earliest memories that I can remember are playing in the field as a pup. My mother used to say to me, “You were born under remarkable circumstances young child. It’s a miracle you are alive.” Now that I look back on those words, I laugh. A miracle? More like a curse. In fact, sometimes I wish I were never born. Yeah, I know it sounds cruel to think that way. My mother and father probably thought I was a blessing, a gift from the heavens. But I’m not.
My mother was as white as snow, and had bright blue eyes. “She’s the most beautiful thing on earth, but you’re the most handsome,” my father used to say. My father would twirl around our den, his tan and brown fur shimmering in the sunlight. His outer fur was a light brown; the inner fur, like the ears, paws, tip of the tail, and belly, were tan. Almost like a human’s skin, but not exactly like it. I’d never compare my father to a human, or my mother for that matter. Humans disgusted me. Not all, but those few who hunted us down for fun, as a game.
I used to play around in the green fields during the summer and springtime. It was beautiful. Flowers were blooming everywhere the eye could see, rain filled the air from time to time, and all sorts of creatures would come to raise their young. But about a week after my birth, something horrible happened. Something I will never, ever forget.
I remember that day as vividly as if it had just happened yesterday. I was playing in the fields, chasing the butterflies, when I heard something loud. It sounded like a ‘BANG’. It scared me, for I had never heard it before. But in do time, it would become the most familiar sound I had ever heard in my life.
My golden fur seemed to stick up, as I began to run to the safety of my den. I tried to run to the safety of my mother and father, but only my mother was there. My father had gone hunting for the day. As I kept running, my blue eyes seemed to penetrate the cave walls. I yearned to be with my mother, but my tiny legs could only carry me so fast. I was still running, and I became more scared by the second, as the banging got louder and louder. It suddenly sounded within just a few yards. As I tripped over something, I stood in horror.
There laid my father’s dead body, or so I thought. He didn’t have any wounds, just this weird looking dart. He looked asleep, but as I tried to wake him up, he didn’t. I nudged him over and over again, but he didn’t move an inch. “Dad?” I said almost crying. He never answered me. As the banging got within a couple feet now, I still stood. I was unable to move, so horrified by my father’s ‘death’. The source of the banging soon became clear, as a two legged figure stepped out from the shadows of the trees. I had never seen a creature like this. His fur was only on the top of his head, and he only walked on his hind legs. His skin was exposed all over his body. His skin was almost the color of my father’s inner coat; his fur was just a little darker than my father’s outer coat. I would soon come to realize that this creature was a human.
He held a black object. It was long, and had little bullet shaped items at the back of the device. I soon realized that those weren’t just bullet shapes; they were bullets.
But still I stood there. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. It was like I was stuck there in the dirt, my paws nailed to the ground. The creature laughed, and picked up my father. He put him over his shoulder and laughed again. I finally unfroze and got angry. I wanted him to put my father down. He had no right to take him from me. I growled and barked as best I could, but it was a little hopeless. After all, a week old pup like me surely wouldn’t scare a creature as big as him. But I tried anyway.
I snapped and barked, but I could only jump as high as his knees. He laughed some more. “Look at the cute wittle puppy. Trying to get his daddy back isn’t he?” he said in a baby voice. “I’ll get you! I’ll get you!” I kept saying to him, but he seemed like he didn’t understand me. Maybe all he could hear was barking and growling. He walked past me, and I growled as loud as I could. I went for his ankle, and bit it hard. My teeth weren’t the sharpest around, but I managed to make him bleed. He cried out, “OW! You little mongrel!” then he flicked me off like a bug. He went closer to the den, and I went for him again. “Give my daddy back!” I shouted through my growls. I now had blood all over my muzzle. The man screamed “OW” one more time, and then picked me up by the scruff. “What? Is a little puppy like you gonna stop me? I think NO.” he said in a taunting voice, then kept holding me up in the air, laughing. I tried to get him, but I couldn’t reach. He taunted me some more, and I almost gave up. Then I heard a faint growl. It got louder and louder, and I saw a white wolf, standing in the entrance of the den. “Leave… him… alone.” She warned. “Mama!” I cried, trying to ask for help. “He kill daddy, he kill daddy!” I cried out. She growled and looked the man right in the eye. She lunged for him, and grabbed his face. Her jaws ripped through his skin.
I smiled, thinking my mother could save us both, and that after this, our lives would return to normal. Wrong. The man made the banging sound again, one of the bullets went through the air. But luckily, it didn’t hit my mother. Unluckily though, she got startled by it, and let go of the man’s face. She lost her guard for a moment, and in seconds, she was in some sort of net.
The man laughed even more and dropped me on the ground. I yelped in pain, and could only watch as he took my mother and father away from me. I couldn’t do anything more, because my leg had broken. My fragile body had been dropped at least 4 feet, and he had dropped me pretty brutally. I lay there near the entrance of the den, my muzzle still covered with blood. I later found out that this man’s name was Rodrigo. But the name wasn’t important. I now had to live on my own and it looked like I had been separated from my parents… for good…
Chapter 2: The Cruel Nickname
After I got separated, all I could do was heal. After all, my leg had broken. There wasn’t much a few week old pup could do with a bad leg. I couldn’t walk much, I couldn’t try to find help, I couldn’t even try to find food. It was a nightmare. I had to lie in the same spot for 2 straight weeks. After those two weeks, I still didn’t fully heal. But I at least had to try and get up. If I didn’t, I would surely starve to death. Even then, my ribs were sticking out from my body like a spot on a dalmation.
I decided to walk on the forest trails, in search of any scrap meat I could find. I couldn’t drink from my mother’s milk anymore, so my only choice was meat. I hoped it would taste good, but you never know. I walked along the paths, looking from left to right. As I got further in, I noticed some others of my kind, frolicking around the forest. I smiled wide, hoping they would take me in. I ran and ran as fast as I could, but my leg started to hurt me. When I was halfway there, I started to walk so the pain wouldn’t hurt as bad. But eventually, I reached the center of the area. There were wolves, both male and female. There were also lots of pups, about my age. I walked towards one of the males. Turns out he was the alpha.
“Mister, hey mister?” I asked, a little afraid. He turned to me with a growling look, as if I were another grown male invading his territory. When he saw it was just a young pup, he smiled slightly. I smiled back, trying not to look too miserable. He examined me quickly, and then gave a hard look at the white arrow that ran down from my forehead to my snout. I tilted my head, a little confused why he was stumped about a marking. “Uh mister?” I asked, making sure he wasn’t gazing off into space.
Just then, he finally spoke. “Why you’re that wolf pup!”
“What?” I asked, still confused.
“I’ve heard of you, you’re story. Come with me, I have a place for you.” He said kindly.
“Thank you mister!” I said excitedly. It looked like things were finally turning in the right direction. As we began to walk to a cave near the center, the other wolf pups started to laugh at me. They called me horrible nicknames, but the worst one of all, I couldn’t stand. Not one bit. “Hunter dog!” one called me. I knew what a hunter was, I knew what they did, and knew the name of the hunter that killed my parents. I wasn’t about to let them call me anything related to hunters or their species. I turned around to face him and growled as loud as I possibly could. “DON’T EVER CALL ME THAT!” I snarled angry as ever, but trying to keep the tears from running down my face.
As soon as I became enraged, the alpha ran quickly to the scene. He pushed the pups aside, and apologized to me. “I’m so sorry. These young ones do not know what they are talking about. They have no clue what it’s like to lose the ones you care about most,” He said to me, looking down almost as if he had been through the same as me. I nodded and decided that I could forgive this one time. As he took me closer to the cave, the rest of the pups copied. “Hunter, hunter, hunter!” they all barked repeatedly, laughing up a storm. I shed a tear, not wanting to be called the one thing I hated.
The alpha silenced them. “QUIET!” he shouted. “You troublemakers have no idea what its like to lose the ones you love. If you do lose them, think about it. If you still feel this way about it, then you may meddle in others’ lives. But until then, CEASE!” he said powerfully. As I looked from the male to all of the pups’ faces, I could tell their thoughts were not happy ones. They backed off a few moments later. They couldn’t stand the thought of losing their parents, having no mother or father to comfort them. Not having someone to guide them throughout their life, to tell them how to hunt, to teach them the ropes of being a strong wolf. Now you know how I have felt for the last 2 weeks of my 3 week old life… I thought, almost as if I had said it to them.
“So, mister, what’s your name?” I asked politely.
“The name’s Jay,” He said kindly.
“So you’re the alpha?” I asked him.
“Yes, I have been the alpha for two years now.”
“That’s so cool! I hope one day I can be alpha, or maybe even better than that, save my parents from that awful Rodrigo!”
“Hey kiddo, you seem to have a pretty big vocabulary for a pup your age,” He said smiling. I looked around and then back at myself. I stared at my golden fur.
“Yes you,” He said, looking where I was.
“Thanks!” I said, excited the alpha complemented me.
“So, do you have a name?” he asked me.
“No, not yet. Well, maybe, but I don’t remember it if I did,” I said sadly.
“That’s ok. I’m sure you’ll find one in time,” he said to me, and then we started to get even closer to the den. “Here you may rest. And you need not worry, those pups won’t bother you any longer,” he said to me quietly, and then ran off into the distant night. I yawned, tired from all the walking I had done today.
But soon, Jay came back with food. His mouth was full with scraps of meat. I wagged my tail slightly as he set it down. “I know it’s not much, but it’s all I could find on such short notice.” He said, trying to smile. I nodded. “Thanks so much Jay,” I said truly thankful I finally found someone who could actually help me. I ate all the meat up, and for the first time in 2 weeks, I had a full tummy. I went to sleep soon, and dreamed good dreams instead of the bad ones I usually had about Rodrigo.
By the time morning came, my leg felt almost healed. I opened my eyes and yawned, stretching out my muscles. As I began to walk out of the cave, I saw Jay talking to a female. Along the side of the area, I saw the same wolf pups who had teased me just a day earlier. I walked out into the sunlight, happy that my thoughts weren’t so gloomy like they usually were. I headed towards Jay so I could say “Good morning”, but as I did the wolf pups began to tease and laugh at me again. I let out a low growl as I began to get annoyed. Jay turned around to see what all the laughter was about.
After a few minutes of being laughed at and called names, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leapt at the one who seemed to be leading it all. Soon enough, a couple minutes into the fight, Jay began to realize what the laughter had been about. He growled a very quiet growl and ran towards us. By now, almost the entire wolf pack was staring at us. They didn’t know what to make of it. After all, to them we could’ve been play fighting. But Jay seemed to know it was much more serious than that. By the time he got there, I had already obtained marks on my body. The other pup was stronger than I was, being as he was much older than me.
Jay growled loudly. So loudly, in fact, the older pup got startled. He backed off for a second. Jay continued to growl, even as the pup backed off. He seemed to be extremely angry at the pup. “Why do you continue to tease this poor pup? Do you have nothing better to do? Go! Away from here! You will tease this pup no longer! He has been going through a very tough time right now! Unless you’ve gone through it too, I don’t want to see you ever teasing or laughing at him again!”
Now not just the one pup got sad. All of them who heard did. They began to think of losing their parents, being alone in the world. I began to think of my parents as well. I began to get angry at that hunter. Why did he have to take my parents? Was his mind really that sick and evil? I’m sure he wouldn’t have done that to a cougar or a lion. He decided to pick on me and me alone. But why?
The more I thought about it, the more tears wanted to escape from my eyelids. Finally, a tear slid down my cheek. I couldn’t control my feelings anymore. They were taking over now. One of the pups seemed to see it and was about to make fun of me again. When I saw his expression, I got instantly angry. That’s when my emotions starting spiraling out of control.
I growled the loudest growl I’d ever made. I wanted to make sure the pup got the message. He didn’t seem to. I stepped towards him and showed my fangs. “STOP IT RIGHT NOW,” I said. “I’m warning you. Stop it now, or there will be major consequences.” The pup laughed as if I couldn’t even bring down a mouse.
By now, the wounds from the other pup were bleeding like crazy. He had only given me two, but they were burning. One of them was right on my cheek, where the tear had fallen. The other was on my chest, near my heart. If it had been any deeper, my insides might have been exposed. It seemed that everything I went through was a ‘near death’ experience. I hated feeling weak and invisible. I wanted to be strong and powerful. I wanted to be respected by these pups, not made fun of.
“You know what? I’m going to do something none of you wimps would ever do,” I began. “You bullies would never mock yourselves. You cowards would never go against something bigger than yourselves. No. You have to pick on others that are weaker than you. But guess what? I’m going to change that. No longer will you be able to call me ‘hunter dog’. That won’t be tolerated. You know why? Because from now on, I’ll call myself by what I want to be called. I’m going to name myself, since I never received a name from birth.”
“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna call yourself? Lame?” one of them teased. I remained calm, almost ignoring the comment. “My name will be… Hunter.”
All the pups stared in astonishment. Even Jay seemed to be amazed. They couldn’t believe I was calling myself something I hated. But I saw it in a different way. I saw it in a way that maybe you wouldn’t understand, but then again, maybe you would. I saw it as a way to remind myself, a way to always remember what I must do. I must save my parents and defeat Rodrigo. That cruel nickname would serve me well. I would ‘hunt’ down Rodrigo. I would show him who’s really in charge. When I finally face him, I won’t be the defenseless pup I am now. I’ll be stronger when I face him. He won’t have the advantage. I will.
As soon as I saw the disbelief in their eyes, I turned around. While walking off, I took one last look back at them. “I will redeem myself. I will face Rodrigo and show him that I can fight back. Maybe not now, but some day I will. So go ahead and call me ‘hunter dog’. Go ahead and laugh at me. But when the time comes, I’ll be stronger than you’ll ever dream of being.”
Jay had a new expression on his face. He seemed to admire my courage, but at the same time, he seemed to be sad. “Are you sure you have to go through this alone?” he asked me.
I nodded. “Yes.” I ran off, but while I did, I shouted back, “Thanks for everything Jay!”
Chapter 3: Retriever
Being alone is harder than it seems. For one thing, you have to hunt all of your own food, even though you don’t know how. By now, I was about a month and a half old. I had learned my own way of hunting. Despite whether my methods were right or wrong, they were all I knew. Therefore, they were all I stuck to.
I had to fend for myself too. Every time a rival wolf came by, I had to stand my own ground and defend myself, which wasn’t easy considering I was a lone pup who was much, much younger than any wolf who wanted to challenge me. They saw me as an easy target, one who wouldn’t stand a chance against them. It came all too easy to them to just fight me, gain new land, and move on. Because of that, I had to move from my den whenever they won, which was pretty often. But luckily, most wolves wouldn’t dare harm me. After all, I was a lone pup who didn’t stand a chance against them. They felt pity for me and left me alone. The ones who didn’t see me that way, though, were brutally harsh.
But still, I stayed alive. I didn’t bother finding packs. Every time I did, the pups in the groups would find some way to make my life miserable. They would laugh or tease me, find some way to make me unhappy. I rarely found any that were nice to me, and when I did, the pups would find some way to get me in trouble and make me leave.
Once, I met a pup named Retriever. She was a tomboyish wolf that loved to enjoy life. She was one of the nicest, kindest wolves I’ve ever met. Her fur was a beautiful shade of silver, light and almost the color of a fluffy cloud in the right sunlight. Her eyes were a pretty green color and her smile was always uplifting. It could make me smile all day long, even on the worst of days.
I had just finished hunting, successfully killing a rabbit. At that time, I was about two months old and had gotten to be an amateur at hunting. But anyways, I was taking my kill to one of my many makeshift dens, when I heard playful barks behind me. I looked back but saw nothing. I kept walking. As I was getting closer to my den, I swear I could hear voices. I turned once again, but yet I still saw nothing. I studied the outlines of the trees closely, and I finally saw something different than just tree branches. I saw shadows.
They danced gracefully, swiftly moving around on the forest floor. I dropped my kill on the ground and moved towards the shadows. I tried to chase them, but they kept moving away from me. They were too fast. But as fun and frustrating as it was, I didn’t notice it was actually a decoy. While I had my back turned, they swiped my meat. When I saw the shadows leaving, I finally realized that my kill was gone.
I chased the shadows for a while. They didn’t seem to be moving so much now that they had gotten what they wanted. I growled and muttered under my breath for being so stupid. “Why the heck didn’t I notice? I should’ve seen that coming!” I told myself. And as much as I knew it wasn’t true, some part of my mind kept wanting to rub it in my face.
I kept running after them, wondering when they would finally get tired. I knew that the distance was beginning to take its toll on me. But despite all the distractions within myself, I looked forward. Now that the sunlight was shining through spaces in the pine trees, I was beginning to see the true form of the shadows. There were about four of them, one carrying my rabbit. Each one had different colors of fur. One had a russet coat, another had a coat that was charcoal black, the third had a dark gray coat, and the last had a snowy white coat. They were beautiful creatures, beautiful wolves.
For a second, I wanted to stop in my tracks because of the white one. It reminded me so much of my mother. But although I wanted to stop and stare, I reminded myself that they wouldn’t stop as well. I kept going.
We were still running after almost an hour. I was starting to huff and pant heavily. After all, these wolves were adults. They could run for as long as they wanted to. Me? I was just a two month old abandoned weakling.
But still I kept on, constantly on their tails. Eventually, after what seemed like an hour, we finally arrived at what looked like a territory. The four wolves, still unaware that I was following them, began to slowly stop to a halt at a cave. I stopped as well, walking after them as quietly as I could. As I took a look around the area before I went inside the cave, it was amazing. I saw pups playing around joyfully, adults walking around talking to each other. There were a bunch of dens and caves around the place. I guess for each family in the pack. But as the bright morning sun began to disappear and be replaced by dark walls, I was brought back to my main focus: getting back my kill.
I know what you’re thinking. Why is he so stupid? Why not just get another rabbit? I’ll tell you why. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times. For a weak starving pup like me who never got a chance to learn how to hunt from his father, there are very, very few times I actually catch something. Therefore, I can’t afford to lose any of my kills, even a small one like this.
As the cave got deeper, a strange smell filled my small, black nose. I’m not sure how to describe it, but it was kinda earthy I guess you could say. It was a twist of an earthy scent and wet, slimy cave walls. But it didn’t smell all that bad. Soon I was able to see the four wolves. Suddenly, the narrow cave opened up. The wolves were standing in the center of the cave. It was weird because in this part there was light. Diamonds and rubies and all kinds of gems were stuck in the walls, showing their beauty. Any small amount of light shined on the thousands of crystals in the walls. So, as weird as it sounds, I was able to see the wolves clearly.
They dropped the rabbit next to another wolf. His fur was pitch black. I mean, really, really dark black, almost the color of space. He looked older, but still young. He looked to be about four, somewhere around 28 or 30 in dog years. His golden eyes seemed to pierce through the others as he spoke. “Thank you. Your kill is well received,” he said to them. Suddenly I got mad. Anger and rage coursed through my veins. That wasn’t their kill. It was mine. I couldn’t believe they were giving their leader, or that’s who I perceived him to be, a kill they stole from me.
Without thinking, I jumped out from the shadows and blurted out, “That’s not their kill! It’s mine!” The leader looked up from the four others to me. “Yours you say?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s mine! They stole it from me!”
The leader laughed. “You honestly expect me to believe that a one month old pup killed a rabbit all by their selves? And that my pack members stole it from you? I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t seem like a very likely story to me.”
“Whaddya mean? It’s true! They stole from me!”
The leader smiled, amused. “Of course they did,” he said.
I was beginning to get frustrated. He didn’t believe me. At this rate, I’d never get my kill back. I’d have to starve for another week. I tried my best to work up another comeback, but nothing came to me. But I guess it didn’t have to. Because just then, another pup entered the center of the cave.
“It’s true,” she said. She had light gray fur and laser green eyes. She was the prettiest pup I’d ever seen. I secretly hoped she wasn’t mean like all the others, but somehow I got the feeling she was the exact opposite of the others. The leader looked at the new female. “Are you standing up for him? This rival pup? Surely you know better than to do that Retriever!”
The pup, apparently called Retriever, answered, “I do know better. I know that I saw these four stealing the rabbit for myself. I was wandering in the woods when I witnessed them do it.”
The leader seemed to consider it. “Alright then, if you say they stole it, here.” He slid the rabbit back towards me. The five wolves began to walk past us, towards the entrance. Once we were alone, I looked back towards Retriever.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Sure, don’t mention it,” she said smiling.
“So why’d you help me anyway? Did you actually see them do it?” I asked.
“No, but I know they did.”
“How?”
“Those four steal from others all the time. They’re nothing but thugs trying to please my father.”
My mind suddenly did a double take. “Hold on, wait a second. Your father?”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t act all surprised. Yeah I’m the leader’s daughter. Not that he treats me like one. He’s too busy getting presents from the thugs all the time.”
“Wow. So where’s your mom then?” I asked.
“She left the pack a while ago. As soon as I was born, my father banished her from the pack for some stupid reason. She tried to sneak me with her, but my father caught her. He took me and made sure she ran away from the territory.”
I looked down, sorry for her. “I’m sorry. It must be horrible having a father like that…” I said.
Retriever looked at me. “Yeah, but I guess I know how to take it by now.” She paused and looked around for a minute. “So… where are your parents?” she asked.
“Mine?” My mind suddenly went into a flashback: My father being shot, my mother getting caught in the net, Rodrigo dropping me four feet. I winced. “Gone,” I said painfully.
“Gone? You mean… like… dead?” she asked.
“No, not that I know of… at least my mother anyway…” I fought back the tears as best I could.
She walked closer to me and sat down beside me. I sat down too.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Hunter. He shot my father right in front of my eyes, bagged my mother and took them away laughing. And just to make sure I was extra miserable, he picked me up and dropped me four feet from the air. I’ve been living on my own since I was only a week old…..” the words came out slowly. I was pained to say my short but horrible past, but for some reason I felt I had to. I felt like I could trust this pup. For once, I felt like I could trust someone. I wasn’t gonna let that chance slip through my paws.
“That’s awful…. I’m so sorry…” she trailed off and though for a minute. “So what is your name anyway? All this talking and we don’t even know each other’s names.” She laughed half-heartedly.
I suddenly got angry, not at her, but at Rodrigo. My name reminded me of him. But that was what I intended, so I could always remember that I had to get revenge. “Hunter,” I said.
“Hunter? Did your parents name you that? If they did, that seems like a bitter irony…”
“No, I named myself. Since I couldn’t remember what my parents called me, I named myself after the guy who made me miserable.”
Retriever looked a bit confused. “Why would you do that? You’d constantly be reminding yourself of what happened.”
“Well…” I was suddenly unsure if I should tell her or not. But I ended up reminding myself she was my first friend and that I could trust her. “See, that’s the point. I want to remind myself every day of what he did. That way, when I’m strong enough, I can have my long awaited revenge,” I explained.
Retriever merely shook her head. “Are you sure it’s right though? Revenge, I mean. I don’t know… I remember my mother always telling me revenge was wrong, no matter what the other person has done to you.”
I began to realize that maybe it was wrong, maybe it wasn’t right. But my memories took over and almost forced me to say, “It may be wrong, but I’ll do it anyway. I don’t care if it’s not right. He deserves it so that’s what makes it right. He made me an orphan when I was only a week old. He took my parents away from me and when I was left all by myself, he laughed about it. He doesn’t deserve to get away unharmed. I didn’t deserve to lose my parents. He didn’t deserve revenge from me until the day he messed my life up.”
Retriever remained quiet for a minute while I began to breathe in long, slow breaths. Before I knew it, a warm, single stream dripped down my face. Retriever walked over to sit next to me. Once we were side by side, she looked at my tear filled eyes.
“Hunter, I know this may be hard to hear, but just listen to me for a second, m’kay?” she told me. I perked up my ears to listen to her words. They began to flood my ears, traveling to my brain. They were mixing in with my thoughts, making my mind think harder about everything that happened in the short span of time I’ve known. “Maybe he came for a reason. My mother told me that bad things can happen to good wolves. She said that even though you fall, you have to always get back up again. The universe works in strange ways, Hunter. The earth, the sun, the moon, everything is a balance. Everything works the way it should. Whatever happens to you, even if it’s bad, happens for a reason, a certain purpose. As hard as it is to believe, you were orphaned for a reason. Maybe you won’t find out now, maybe not for a year or two, but you will know eventually. The universe wanted you on your own. Even though that sounds cruel, it’s the way things are. The same way my mother is gone now. I might not know now, but maybe that’s how things are meant to be. Maybe if my mother would’ve stayed, she would have been killed by my father. Maybe, one day, I’ll take over my father’s pack. Maybe, one day, things will be better. But for now, things are being molded, shaped. Whatever the future holds for you, some good things will come of it. Even those have good reason.”
I was shocked to hear such a great speech from her. For just a few seconds, I was completely engulfed in her ideas. The next seconds and minutes, my brain mulled it over. Maybe things do happen for a reason. Maybe I was meant to be orphaned. Maybe something good will happen. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but sometime in the future, it will.
After about fifteen more minutes of talking, we decided to leave the cave. But as soon as we got out, her father greeted me. He came and looked me straight in the eye, as if I had done a crime. “Sorry, but I have to ask you to leave now.” As soon as he said that, I immediately wondered why. But it would be clear soon. He grabbed me by the scruff on my back and began to carry me away. I tried to wiggle and squirm free, but it was no use. If I had been his size, this would’ve been considered a death grip. Once out of the lines of his territory, I could hear Retriever shouting, “No! Dad! Leave him alone!”
I suddenly became nervous of what was gonna happen to me. Now was the time I would know. Her father dropped me to the ground. As I fell, I was reminded briefly of my fall from Rodrigo’s hands. My flashback ended when I was abruptly tossed like a garbage bag, “Leave this territory! We do not accept rival pups here! No matter how weak they appear...” he suddenly smirked like this was all a joke to him.
I then, for some strange reason, became defensive. “Listen, I’ve never done anything to you! What did I do to deserve this?”
The male looked at me with a cold, bleak smile. “Well nothing. These are just pack rules you see.”
I rolled my eyes quickly. “What pack rules? That no one can come within an inch of your pathetic pack? That no one can become friends with your daughter?”
That made him angry. “This pack is not pathetic! This pack happens to be one of the best! Now leave if you want to keep your petty life!”
“I will not! Even if I’m just a pup, I’ll always have more honor and kindness than you!”
“Hunter, no!” I heard in the distance. It was Retriever. “He’ll kill you!” She warned. I didn’t care. If he killed me that would just solve all of my problems wouldn’t it? No more living on my own, no more scavenging for food, no more hard life. But beyond my thoughts, something bigger was happening. The alpha male challenged me. One month old pup vs. 4 year old, in his prime, alpha male. The odds were definitely not in my favor.
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