Wolf's Cry

Sorry for not being around. I had stuff to deal with, but I am back. Okay i deleted some stories, but I plan to redo them so no worries. This Wolf's Cry and I been refining it. I hope you enjoy. And thanks for the comments I got.
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Wolf’s Cry

What is it that a wolf says when it howls? What message is trying to be sent? What song do the wolves sing to the night? They say this…

Tis a shame that most will never see or feel the true essence that is freedom
Tis a shame that most will never see a ocean of trees reaching to the heavens or the stars smiling down at you.
Tis a shame that most will never feel the soft earth beneath bare feet or the thundering pulse of the heart in the chest.
Tis a shame that most will never taste the pure mountain air or the bitter cold of newly fallen snow.
Tis a shame that most will never hear the whispers of the wind in your ears or the wolf’s cry to the empty night.
Tis a shame that most will never smell the fresh scent of pine or the gentle perfume of wild flowers in your nose.
Tis a shame you will never know this or live it.
Tis a shame you will never be a part of it, this freedom of ours.
Tis a shame the moon will not share her gift with you.
Tis a shame, to you mortals, that you have forsaken freedom and tis a shame that we, wolves, only enjoy this freedom you have abandoned.

-Rosemarie Limmer


Wolves have always been a subject of folklore of both amiable qualities and loathsome hatred. The Native Americans have believed wolves as amiable creatures, worthy of respect. While the English settlers thought the wolf as a fearful demon sent by the devil to spill blood of the innocent. Although, in the present day wolves have stopped being associated with evil and become more of acceptable creature, however, no matter how much man thinks he knows about wolves, wolves still have their secrets.

Chapter One
Life in a Small Town

Quinland is a small town settled in the forest state of Maine, established in 1764. The population is a bit over a few thousand, with woodland paths, thick forests that surround the town on three sides and the coast to the east. If you have never been to the town, you would swear that it wasn’t there. The people often know each other by name, and crime and or industry is nowhere to be seen, accept for restless youth looking for mischief or the log company far in the hills. Nothing much can be said about the town, since it is very ordinary, of course, that is if you excluded the abundance of urban legends that date back to before the town was settled.
The air was crisp and cool, complements of autumn. October had brought cool weather, enough to make the trees shed their treasures of ruby reds, brilliant golds, and rich purples. The townsfolk seemed happy, with the promise of a mild winter and celebration of upcoming holidays. However, it the down time between autumn and winter, locals have an opportunity to see the upcoming school play held at Brandywine High. Each year around October just before Halloween, the school did a play of one of the urban legends. This year was the year that the most popular legend was going to be preformed, Wolf’s Cry. An emotional play based on a long time story, and just as the name proclaims, the play involved wolves.
The play itself had been the talk of the students for quiet sometime. Since there was nothing really much to talk about other than gossip the upcoming play was a refreshing change of subject. Of course, the real topic was who would be playing the parts, since it is well known that the play involve romance, and a particular few scenes that required kissing. With that juicy opportunity most of the girls of Brandywine High had their hearts dead set on Kyle Brightenson being the leading man, so they could greedily part-take in his luscious lips.
Kyle Brightenson without a doubt was the most gorgeous boy in school. Eighteen, a senior, short saggy brown hair, emerald eyes, fair skin, six foot three, slender and pretty much good at anything he did (minus cooking and football) but in any case he was god of the school. As the basketball captain and student president it is only natural for him to be king. Girls swooned over him, and guys tolerated him.
Of course, he wasn’t the richest boy in town. In fact his family was very modest people. His father worked at the log company, and his mother ran a little fabric store. He didn’t wear the clothes that gods of high school would wear in other places, but nonetheless he still maintained his rank, and ruled justly (meaning to say he was nice to everyone).
Then again, the next runner up after Kyle had to be Fang Linton, the virtual outcast/ bad boy. Fang was known throughout the school as someone not to mess with. He was already nineteen and still a senior. The previous year he had got into a serious fight with the top dogs of the football team. Needless to say he was suspended for the rest of the school year and doomed to repeat it. Fang’s cold, egoistic, and badass attitude made him a far cry from Kyle. Although, the only thing the two males had in common were extremely good looks and respectable positions of leadership, Fang being captain of the hockey team.
Fang had tanned skin inherited from his Indian heritage, tall at six feet three, muscled (but not to the extreme). Of course, one his most striking features is his blond hair that was whiter than blond that went a few inches passed the shoulders. The top was messy and struck out in every direction decorated with two tribal feathers, while the bottom just cascaded down like a waterfall. His eyes (which most people thought were weird) had a unique style of one being ice blue and the other honeycomb gold. A silver eyebrow ring hung above the blue eye and thick long bands protected his gold eye from rude prying inhabitants that he was forced to share space with. All in all Fang was beautiful, but in personality Kyle was king and took the prize territory of Brandywine High.
The school workload for the students was beginning to slowly wine down with the winter holidays coming nearer. Of course, the real reason why teachers were laying back was due to the play. Like most of the small New England town, the staff was looking forward to the play and didn’t want to stress out the possible actors, although, as soon as parts were picked the work would come back. After all, the holidays weren’t here yet, so why waste time babying students when there was still work to be done.

Lasha Berks is an average girl, seventeen growing on eighteen, not slow or either a genius. Rather short for her age, at 5’2, chocolate colored hair, creamy complexion, hazel eyes, and large breasts and hips to produce happy offspring. Her French accent gave her voice a pleasant, smooth sound to catch anyone’s attention. In fact, Lasha was a pretty girl but didn’t flaunt her appearance like the other girls. On the contrary, she wore jeans most of the time with a simple tank top or t-shirt or whatever she deemed comfortable. Lasha wore little to no make-up since there was nothing about her face that needed to be hidden (accept the occasional zit) or improved. She wasn’t that popular but had her own circle of friends. However, one of the things shared with other girls was her infatuation with Kyle and desire to be the leading lady of the school play, for the obvious reason.
Auditions for the play were going to take place after school during the early evening. Lasha stood off to the side reading over a poem she had composed for the event. Her hazel eyes read over the words she had toiled over for over a week. She memorized each word and how it was to be uttered. After all she was competing with the other females for the most desirable male of the pack. Her worst enemy, Abby Willworth the daughter of the mayor, had invaded all of sudden, Lasha’s personal space.
In terms of a pack, Abby had to be considered as head bitch. She was most popular and most developed (although Lasha is right there in standings Abby flaunts more of her development). A short baby blue dress embraced her body tightly and white stalkings engulfed her thin legs. Her rich red hair hung down in two pigtails making her look innocent (but facts said that she was far from being innocent). Her emerald eyes bore into Lasha’s with condescending mockery. However, in Abby’s eyes everyone was below her.
“What do you want?” asked Lasha encasing her voice in iciness.
Abby responded with a venom-dripping tone, “You don’t think you have a chance do you? That part is mine as so is Kyle,” she stated.
“Yeah right, it takes talent not delusion Abby” Lasha spoke the other girls name resentfully.
It has been well known that the two girls have had a rivalry going on since middle school. To most the cause of the feud seemed to spring up from development. Abby had grown in places a bit earlier than most girls and that had made her proud. It just assured Abby that she was higher than everyone else, but her bubble had been broken when Lasha had followed just as fruitfully. To Abby this was an invasion of her mountain of glory and had instantly marked Lasha as an enemy that had to be beaten. Of course, Abby hadn’t counted on Lasha’s defense. Lasha refused to be bullied by an egocentric, shallow piglet. In any case the feud between the two had carried through high school. Abby had seemed to not notice or ignore the fact that Lasha wasn’t going to be fazed, but would-be goddess remained to try her damnest to strike Lasha Berks with lighting.
“I have talent unlike you Berks” the red head spat back.
Lasha was about to say something when both girls were interrupted.
“Hey why don’t you two Dairy Queens move?” said a cold male voice. Both girls turned to discover the rude intruder; however, they were greeted by Fang Linton’s scowl.
Abby was the first one to speak out. “You are not calling me fat! You ass!” she exclaimed, narrowing her eyes to the taller boy. Fang on the other hand quirked an eyebrow at this, but coolly responded, “Well you two are singled handily blocking a large entry way. So move your Dairy Queen butt” Fang also added his world famous glare that even Mr. Universe would shiver at.
Abby immediately back down from her argument, but Lasha flew in with the counter attack.
“Why don’t you go around you jerk!” she replied with confidence. If Lasha wasn’t going to be pushed around by Abby she sure as hell wasn’t going to be bullied by Fang Linton, although, like most of students of Brandywine High, Lasha did fear Fang for the most part. However, she didn’t really fear him for his reputation. She hadn’t seen the fight between Fang and the jocks (though, she had heard how bad the boys were beaten up) but there was something else that disturbed Lasha about Fang. It was hard to explain, but it had to do with feeling, the kind of feeling a person gets when they know danger is around. Rarely when Lasha was remotely around Fang she felt in the presence of some predator, but she ignored the feeling though Fang’s fierce gaze settled on her.
“Why should I waste time going around when I can go straight, now move?” he replied in an icy tone. A shiver ran down Lasha’s back; his deep voice made chills travel over body and not the good kind. In any case, Lasha decided to give up the argument and let the man pass. Fang gave an arrogant smirk at Lasha before he walked passed. Lasha sent a hateful glare, but it lost its bitterness on his elegantly curved back.
“What a jerk” stated Lasha out loud.
“Yeah” agreed Abby coming to Lasha’s side.
The two stared at each other for a moment, before glaring at each other, than Abby shoved passed her to enter the backstage.
Honestly is everyone in this school s jerk? Lasha thought, well Kyle isn’t a jerk. He’s nice and I know he will be Milo in the play. There’s no way I’m going to lose to Abby, if she’s an actress then I am Cleopatra. But speaking of acting, what is Fang doing here? There is no way he is trying out for the play…is he?
Lasha was abruptly pulled from her thoughts as the drama teacher’s voice boomed throughout the auditorium.
“Okay everyone auditions are about to begin” Madam Profray announced, in her rich French accent voice. “We will start with the character Milo,” she stated.
A few boys tried out for the part but none of them did as well as Kyle. He had recited “To be or not to be” from Hamlet and must say did a beautiful job in reciting it. It was no question in anyone’s mind whom the part of Milo would go to, too much of the girls’ joy since the female parts hadn’t been completed.
Madam Profray wished for all the male parts to be completed before moving on to the female parts. The other male roles came and went with Bobby Scott having the shortest audition ever. He only got to “Four score and seven…” before Madam Profray cut him off. The last male character to cast was one of the most important persons, the wolf.
The auditorium fell silent as Fang stepped onto the stage; even Madam Profray stared wide-eyed at the boy. Fang ignored the stares and torturous silence. He supposed that no one would think in a million years that he would tryout for a play. Although, he didn’t know what had processed him to do this, after all he didn’t like attention.
Well there was no turning back now, Fang Linton had never run from anything and he’d be damned before he ran from the stage with his tail between his legs. He took a deep breath, and started his monolog, a poem he had composed.
“Night-runner” he stated “The wind runs, I run. I am the wind. I weave through the trees as a maid weaves strings on a weaver. My heart pounds like a drum as the silver goddess smiles down on me. My father is the night, cold, frightening, mysterious, engulfing me in his strength. My mother is the earth, sheltering, warm, loving. Paving my way before me, showing the right path to take, embracing me with her invisible arms. My guide is the moon. Her silver hands come down to shine the light of destiny. My master is I. I dictate how I live and what I do. I bow down to no one. I run in freedom but run alone. My darker self is the only one that runs beside me. I long for another to share my freedom with. My mother and father sing the lullaby of eternity and my guide points the way. Perhaps at the end of the trees she will wait for me, and no longer will I be the lone wind drifting without purpose. I will have someone to belong too and someone to belong to me. Both bound by love but free as the wind” thus ended Fangs poem. He was very proud of his poem; after-all it had taken him forever to finish it.
The auditorium remained still. No one expected Fang Linton to read a self-composed poem let along deliver it with such feeling. Watching the way he expressed the poem you would think that he knew what it was like to run through trees, to be free and alone. In short, it was impressive; enough to move Madam Profray from her seat and give a round of applause.
“Simply Beautiful Mr. Linton, simply exquisite” boasted the drama teacher. Fang gave a faint smile and nodded his head in acknowledgment. Heh Kyle you couldn’t beat that. At least I used something original. He then walked off the stage silently. Those back stage still stared at him in astonishment, which miffed the young man, but he was proud of himself and confident enough to think that the part was his. Usually he would just leave then stay with people that annoyed him being everywhere. However, he wished to see the girls, tryout, more to see who would be his co-star. If he got a girl he didn’t like then he’d dropout, why waste the intimate moments of the play on a female he wouldn’t be able to stand. So to check out the pickings, Fang planted himself in one of the seats to watch.
The miner roles went by quickly so it didn’t take long for the lead auditions to come about.
Now to see my leading lady, Fang thought to himself.

A hand full of girls tried out for the part of Elisabeth, first being the queen of Brandywine High, Abby Willworth.
Oh lord please not her, Fang pleaded, nice ass but hideous personality. Not to mention an only half decent kisser.
Fang smirked at the memory of him and Abby together in the boys’ locker room a few years back. It was after school and Fang had been lifting weights in the weight room. Needless to say that he got very sweaty and wanted to take a shower before heading to work. In any case, to Fang’s surprise as soon as he removed his shirt and Abby was standing before him. He’d known that the girl had been watching him and this was before the incident with the jocks. Well before he could say anything Abby had him up against the lockers kissing him. Of course, he knew Abby was only doing this for the habit of claiming trophies. Usually he hated the idea of being lowered to any such thing, but he wasn’t a dork and wasn’t about to give up a make-out session. Then the way Abby kissed had turned him off (not to mention some guilt since he had a crush at the time) it wasn’t his kind of kiss. In short, he turned Abby down and thus labeled the biggest jackass to walk the earth. Then again he didn’t care, besides it seemed that it hurt Abby’s pride than it did him. However, the memory said only on thing to Fang, “If Abby was going on, he was going off, quickly”.
Too much drama even for a play
“Thank you dear that will be enough,” stated Madam Profray, cutting off the little diva in mid speech. Her exert came from Romeo and Juliet but it appeared that even a fancy play by Shakespeare wasn’t going to help the wanna-be actress.
Abby huffed as she exited the stage. A few of her clones gave a try at claiming the role; however, they were cut off and sent on their way quicker than Abby. Fang was starting to get bored quickly. None of the girls had the spark for the part of Elisabeth. Elisabeth, as Fang believed, was a fiery girl that had a sharp mind but a gentle personality. So far no one had showed that in her auditions. Fang was beginning to lose hope in actually working with someone he could stand.
Suddenly, the last girl stepped on stage. Miss Lasha Berks.

Fang dropped down back in his seat. Lasha he knew could stand but if she had spark was what the question was.
Lasha inhaled a deep breath. She would be lying if she said that she wasn’t nervous. There were people watching her every move, especially Kyle, sitting in the audience. She couldn’t help but stare at him; after all for the most part she was doing this to finally get his attention. Her heart fluttered as Kyle smiled at her. Lasha gave a small smile back, lost in his beautiful eyes.
“You can start now dear” interrupted the teacher. That brought Lasha out of her daydreaming, so she finally started her poem.
“Caged” she stated, “I feel like I am caged, in this prison of normalcy. The bars of society keep me back, and the chains of pressure keep me still. How I long to break my restraints and run away from this protective enclosure. I want to see what no one wants to see, I want to hear what no one will dare speak, I want to feel the pleasure that no one will dare pursue, and I want to taste what is wild and forbidden. Release me from my chains and break the bars, let me free. Give me escape from this shallow bubble of understanding and lead me into the unknown. ”, She ended.
Lasha breathed a breath of relieve as she finished. Her goal in writing the poem was to express the feelings of the character Elizabeth. In the play the heroine often speaks of pursuing something more the mundane living of Quinland, which in turn, pushes the relationship between Elizabeth and the wolf.
“Very nice dear, very well done” replied the drama teacher, looking impressed.
“Thank you” offered Lasha. She chanced a look at Kyle who was smiling at her. She couldn’t believe it! Kyle offered an approving nod to her. Lasha couldn’t stop a grin from sneaking its way onto her face. She then looked to Abby that wasn’t sitting far away. Abby had a scowl plastered on her face. Lasha shot a triumphed smirk to her, which succeeded in darkening the red head’s scowl.
Lasha was about to step off stage when her eyes unexpectedly locked with another pair. Her hazel eyes linked with the mismatched pair of eyes of Fang. It was rare to see the honeycomb colored orb come from its hiding spot behind Fang’s thick bangs. Both eyes held her own like it was Fang’s entirety holding her. Lasha had never really looked at Fang and didn’t really wish to, but something in his eyes were making in just about impossible to pull her gaze away from them.
“Hey Lasha great job” came a voice, the spell was broke. Lasha turned to see a Kyle come up to her. “Great poem, you write it yourself?” he continued.
It took Lasha to gain control of her thoughts before she could answer his question. “Yes, thank you. Um yeah I did write it” she answered a little fuzzy.
“It was great I’m sure the part is yours,” the brunette stated happily. “Well catch you later okay, bye Lasha,” replied Kyle before walking off.
It took a minute for things to make sense to Lasha but she concluded that she had screwed up a perfect chance to talk to Kyle Brightenson. Oh well if I get the part I will have a lot of opportunities to strike up conversation. She thought.
Suddenly she remembered her experience with Fang; she hesitantly turned back to the audience’s seats, afraid of what she might see. To her relief Fang wasn’t there, in fact, he was walking up the lane out of the auditorium.
What was that all about?
Fang hastily moved from his comfortable seat. He couldn’t explain the moment between him and Lasha, but he didn’t mind. What he did mind was that damn Kyle coming into the picture. With that he left not bothering to turn back to see if Lasha noticed his absence.
Of course she doesn’t notice. She will never notice me…but why should I care. He thought angrily walking down the hall.

Lasha merrily walked out of the school. To her the day had gone well. She was in such a chipper mood that Lasha didn’t mind the bitter chill of the October whether. Lasha was more than confident that she had beaten the pants off Abby and nailed the part of Elisabeth.
Yes, yes today is a good day! Kyle will notice me for sure she thought happily. Oh to think I will get the chance to kiss him! I…kiss Kyle…oh my god!
Lasha couldn’t keep the inner excited teenaged girl in her at bay. Her child-like happiness just kept on bubbling up to the surface. Lasha was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice the bright head light coming her way, well until her delicate eyes were nearly blinded by the white light. The sudden screech of wheels pulled her abruptly from her thoughts and successfully scared the dazed girl out of her skin.
Recovering her wits and eyesight, Lasha came to see a vibrating motorcycle stopped a few inches away from her with a very irritated Fang Linton perched on top of it.
“Well I see you have moved on to blocking entire roadways now” Fang growled
Of course Lasha didn’t notice the insult to her curvy not fat figure. No, she was more concerned about almost being mowed down by a psychotic boy.
“You…you almost ran me over! You jackass!”
“Excuse me you’re the one prancing about the street like a loon. Blocking traffic…again”
“Shut up! I wasn’t prancing you came out of nowhere! You could have killed me!”
“Please, save the dramatics for the play. I wouldn’t have hit you I’m too good of a driver. Although, perhaps you should exercise some caution…others are not as skilled with a motor vehicle like me. It be a shame for a…” His eyes traveled up Lasha’s body and down again, making the girl blush. “…Cute little thing like you to be smashed across the street like road-kill” Fang replied with a sly smirk on his face.
Lasha felt the heat creeping to her face. She desperately tried to hide her embarrassment. No way was she going to be bested by him.
“Well you should look to what you’re doing. You’re supposed to yield to pedestrians” She bit back.
Fang didn’t seem fazed, just amused. A sexy smirk spread across his face. “To’ shay, I suppose you got a point but I don’t yield to anyone…unless they have something of interest. Do you have anything of interest to me, Miss Berks?” he asked in a deep, alluring voice.
Lasha felt beside herself. She didn’t know how to respond to such a question and in assuming what Fang really meant was less then innocent then he was implying. Although, the way he said it made the question sinful before even thinking of its meaning.
While Lasha stood there thinking of what to say; Fang leaned against his bike amused to she the girl so flustered by his question. Of course, he was only teasing her for amusement but his own deep thoughts entertained possibilities with hungry curiosity, imagining what it would be like for her to entertain the action behind his question. Goes to show a male can’t think of clean thoughts for more than sixty seconds.
“Lasha are you okay?” came a male voice.
Kyle stepped from the dusk shadows like a shining knight finally entering the scene to rescue the girl.
“Kyle!” Lasha squeaked emerging from her thoughts.
“You okay?” he repeated his question with concern, which irritated Fang to no end.
God he makes it sound as though I was about to attack her. Damn nosy prick Fang though bitterly.
“Yeah, I’m fine…we…”
“Why don’t you leave her alone Fang” Kyle replied with a glare.
Fang responded with his own death glare. “Why don’t you mind your own business, your highness” growled Fang.
“Why don’t you stop picking on people?” Kyle bit back
The two boys stared at each other with furious anger; enough to see the sparks ignite between their gazes.
“Whatever” was all Fang said rimming up his engine. “Later kitten, maybe you’ll give me an answer some time” then he disappeared into the shadows of the street, only the sound of his motorcycle echoing through the empty space.
Kyle glared after the pale haired boy that sped off. “Don’t pay him any attention.” He offered staring at Lasha.
“Thanks”
“No problem…you want me to walk you home?” He asked smoothly.
“Oh sure…if you want to” she added softly.
Lasha happily walked beside Kyle, although Fang’s face kept invading her thoughts.
Damn him. Why can’t I get rid of him? I am walking right next to Kyle…Kyle Lasha! Kyle! Kitten…why in the heck did he call me kitten? Ack! Why do I care? Damn it.
Try as she might Lasha only enjoyed half the walk with the angel next to her. The other half went to hell with Fang’s face creeping into her mind like a snake.
Kyle was nice enough to walk Lasha to door, which is saying something since Lasha’s home was a farm a little ways from town.
Lasha’s parents, George and Brenda Berks, are sheep farmers. There are few other animals on the farm but mostly sheep. The Berks farm sat of a generous piece of meadow with the woods outlining the plot of land. In front of the property is the family home, a large light blue farmhouse with brown shutters and a porch that went all around the home. The house itself looks a bit worn from being around for a couple generations, with chipping paint in some areas on the sides and loose planks on the porch, but it was home for the Berks. An old brown barn was in the back with a chicken coop behind it, and wooden pens to house the sheep were close to the barn as well. The Berks farm was small but it suited the family well.
Kyle left Lasha in front of her home, waving a good- bye before making the journey back to town to his own home. Lasha, with a bounce in her step like any teenage girl would have after being escorted home by the boy of her dreams, walked the rest of the way to her house and slid through her front door happily, eagerly awaiting to tell her parents how auditions went.


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