Take hold of my own dream

His free will had consumed him.


The new found freedom had forced him to forget why he was even away from home and it felt good. The mountainous man was determined to make his own path and never return to his birth pack who just happened to be at war over whether his sister left of her own free will or if the pack had let her go, forced her to run in the middle of the night. It didn't matter to him anymore, nothing other than freedom and a need to be loyal to another mattered to him. His paws found their way to another set of cliffs and the strong man froze for an instant.


Kill her. Kill her not. Kill her. Kill her not.


So many options to choose from if he should run into her, oh well, he'd figure it out if he did happen upon his sister at some point. The midnight moon grabbed at the cliffs fiercely, his pelt showing stunning hues of silver and gray. He was the knight in shining armor, just a bit more twisted... more evil one might say, than the classic storybook ending. He sat there, staring off the edge as he made a new plot, one to get back at his sister and his parents. Hatred bubbled in him, that if contained and controlled by the right wolf, could be deadly and fierce.