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Hey, I'm starting a story. Tell me what you think about it.


The five part grown cubs were returning from one of there first hunting trips without the adults. Lyfe, the eldest, was in the lead. Followed by his younger brother and even younger sister, Lyte and Leif. Behind them, the newest members of the pack, the twins, Kiba, and Kota.
When they were about a mile from the dens, the smell hit them. Blood. But not the sweet smell of freshly killed prey’s blood, no, it was the smell of wolf blood. They all hoped it wasn’t true.
All five went back into there human forms, though there senses were dulled slightly, the smell was still in the air. So strong it made them sick. When they finally reached the dens, they knew, that they were now all alone in the world. As they stood there, under a blood red full moon, they took in the scene.
There pack, the whole pack, was dead. Leif ran to her mother’s lifeless body, in wolf form, her black fur stained with blood. She broke into a heart-broken howl, letting out all of her pain, and sorrow. Wishing her family out to the place where werewolves went. Lyfe came to her side, and pulled her close as she finished her song. She was so small, curled into her older brothers chest, she cried, Lyfe was trying to hold in the tears. Lyte came beside them, his eyes staring, wishing the nightmare would end.

1 month earlier
Leif, Lyte, and Lyfe were sitting at there table, in the cafeteria, wishing they could go back to there dens, wishing they could get away from the twin werewolves that were always trying to join there pack. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, telling them that they needed to go back to the class rooms. With there stale air, unbearable hot temperatures from all the human bodies. Also telling them that they would have to split up again, go to there different grades, and above all, avoid the humans as much as possible.
After school, the three siblings joined back up. “Can we just run home?” asked the youngest, Leif. Lyfe looked at her, “I guess. Is it okay with you?” he looked to his younger brother “Why not? I need to get away from here as soon as I can.” Lyte told his siblings. It was agreed, they were going to run home, but first they had to get past the humans, and into the woods. All they had to do was start walking down the street, the woods met up with the road after about 200 yards.
Lyfe was watching his younger sister as she ran, remembering her as a tiny cub. He watched her silver coat flow as the wind ran through it, he watched as her muscles exerted only the energy needed to propel her forward with her boundless energy. As they glided through the woods, he remembered how they got there names. He himself was the only survivor in a litter of three, giving him the name Lyfe. His sister got her name from the mark meaning nature on her chest, the shape of a leaf. And his brother, he has the mark meaning light on his forehead, a sun shape almost.
They got home in 20 minutes, instead of the 50 it would take on the bus. “Your back early.” said there father, Fite. “It was too crowded there, we had to get away.” replied Lyte. “Did anyone see you?” asked there mother, Kea. “I don’t think so….” said Leif, “I know that no one saw us in our furs, though” she added. “Come on, we’re going on a hunting trip.” Fite told them.
I wonder what the big deal of us getting home early was? wondered Leif as she ran at the back of the pack. She always ran at the back, on account that she was the youngest, a yearling, though in human form, she looked to be about 15.
They smelt the prey, a big herd of deer. The pack split up, hoping to capture at least one. Leif and Lyte at the back of the herd, waiting for the signal to start the stampede. Lyfe taking the right, there mother taking the left. Finally, there father hiding up ahead, waiting, watching, tense, readying to spring and make the kill. The signal was given, a short howl, Leif and Lyte charging, scaring the herd, starting the stampede that would hopefully end with a meal. Lyfe and Kea closing the sides, narrowing the path for the deer, pushing them towards Fite, still waiting. It happened suddenly, Fite jumped at a big buck, then the rest of the pack jump on also, the buck fought, eventually giving up, before eating, the wolves howled a short thanks, wishing the buck to the place where animals go after death.
When they got home, bringing back half of the carcass for the rest of the pack, it was dark, and a new moon. Leif yawned, and started to make her way to the den she shared with her brothers. Lyte blocked the entrance, “Is da wittle cub seppie?” he taunted. “Move.” Leif growled, with little effect. “Make me, or is da wittle cub scared?” Leif jumped, landing on top of him, pinning him to the ground, growling. Lyte kicked her off with his powerful hind legs. “Come on……..you can do better than that I hope.” Leif growled, tensing up for a fight, when Kea and Fite blocked them, “Enough.” said there father. There mother growled a warning growl, joined by Fite. Leif backed down immediately, though Lyte didn’t. Fite stared him down, waiting for him to submit, but Lyte wouldn’t. Fite snarled, and jumped at Lyte, slashing his shoulder. Lyte jumped back at Fite, but missed. Fite went into human form, grabbed Lyte, and through him against a tree. Lyte cried out, but Fite came at him again, slashing his other shoulder. Lyte rolled onto his back, whimpering, hoping the punishment was over. Fite went back into his fur, growled at Lyte, and turned away, walking to his own den, followed by Kea. Leif followed Lyfe into there den, Lyte came in later, after his siblings were asleep.
When they woke up the next morning, they had to get ready for school, Lyfe helped wrap his brothers injuries, hoping none of the humans would notice his shoulders were stiff. The three of them ran to school, getting there before everyone else, like usual. They waited for the bell to ring, waited for the humans to show up, and waited for the other werewolves. But, they didn’t show up today, that make the siblings happier than they would have been it the twins were there. The bell rang, they went to there classes, all thinking the bell that dismissed school couldn’t come soon enough.

This is as far as I've gotten. Ask questions if you have any. And no, the girl Leif is NOT me, although I did base her of me.


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