The lone wolf stands on the edge of the forest watching her pack play.
The oldest leaders are surrounded by their older cubs that are almost into adulthood.
They play with the pack, jumping and tumbling all together.
Then later the old female leader is grooming her mate. She is the alpha now because the male is weary, old and almost blind.
Lone Wolf’s siblings are sitting together and playing a game with a stick, pulling back and forth, trying to pull it out of the other’s teeth.
The youngest is solid black and she’s the trickster.
The next to oldest is golden as a lion and she’s next in line to be the leader of the pack.
Father is gray and black. Lots of scares on him.
Mother is brown and golden with streaks of gray with a black crown shape above her eyes.
Lone Wolf is black, brown and slate gray with golden eyes
She’s not part of her blood pack because her ideas are not accepted because she’s different.
Lone Wolf is the name her family gave her when the golden cub was born after her.
She tried to run into the pack to play with them or to love on her leaders but everytime they jump on her and bite her and run her out.
So Lone Wolf watches from a distance craving for the love of her blood pack.
Many a night she trots up to the highest peak that overlooks the valley below where her pack is. Listening and yearning to be with them.
She looks at the stars that are her ancestors and howls her lonely call for them to hear her and help her find where she now belongs.
She feels alone and unworthy. Yet inside she feels she has a reason to be alive.
She knows she’s destined for something more. But cannot find it nor know how to begin.
Lone Wolf heard another wolf in the distant peaks on the other side the other night.
It was a long and sad howl and she could barely hear it, but the howl was there.
Lone Wolf decided to start following the wolf’s song every night.
She’d try to tell her pack this today but they told her she was crazy to leave and she was making a mistake.
They told her she needed to stay around, but not with them.
Lone Wolf cried when they bit her and beat her up. She dragged herself back to the edge of the forest and under her bush.
She licked her bites and clawed skin and fell asleep as her tears ran down her jaw cheeks.
Her heart hurt worse than her injuries.
She decided she’d leave after she climbed to her highest peak and howled her song towards the distant peaks.
If the lonely wolf called back, she will run toward it and keep running every night until she found her new wolf friend.
To be continued…