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“Get out of there as fast as you can!” I yelled to my brother as the fire burned our house. My brother was in the cellar, trying to find a phone, but the fire was spreading, and fast. We didn’t have time for a phone. We’d have to try and get to town to call.My brother didn’t hear me because he still wasn’t coming up. I growled in irritation and ducked into the cellar, quickly dragging him out. He had the size of a Husky, so I had a hard time doing so. But I finally did and we ran to the town.
Once we got to town I looked back in the direction we came from. The fire was a symbol of rage. My father’s master had not liked what we had done. It was my brother’s and my fault that the house died and our parents along with it. But we had to be careful, if father’s master found us, he’d kill us too. We’d all be dead as the mummies we once saw in a museum.
So we went to a small house. The people who lived there were our caretakers just as much as they were for the wolves that they researched. I walked inside, knowing that I didn’t have to knock. Leslie was watching TV. She took one look at our pale faces and got up and hugged us.
“What happened? I heard there was a fire down in the country.”
So I explained everything. What we had done and that our parents were dead. Leslie looked at us with sympathy and led us to the forest.
“From now on the trees are your shelter and the wolves are your family.” She said before quickly leaving us.
And that’s where we lived forever more, learning the ways of the wolves and staying away from the humans, else father’s master would find us.
posted by Larka Hiwatari @ 10:35 AM
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