Taken from My Book; BREED. Do not copy.

I curled myself around the defenseless puppy, feeling it squirm underneath me trying to get out. It was scared, shaking, and biting at my clothes in an effort to escape. I focused my thoughts on the dog, but listened to the laughs of the people around ,me.
"Look at her," one said in a mocking voice. "I bet you she protests against seal hunting." The two other boys laughed. I felt a hand on my back as he leaned down to whisper into my ear. "You know what they do to seals? They beat them till they die." i heard a scrap of something on the ash fault as he got off my back.

"With things like this." Without a warning pain exploded in my back. Tears flooded against my eyes and i let out a cry of pain. They laughed at it. "Did that hurt? lets try somewhere else."
I curled my head my head into my chest, to try and save it, but he noticed. He cracked it at the back of my head and stars darted before my eyes. I gasped out, and waved in and between consciousness. I felt someone kick me, but i almost couldn't feel it. The pain in my head and back over came it.
I felt something on my chin, cold and wet, and i heard a whimper. then i blacked out.

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I could smell her, whats worse, i could smell her blood. I walked down the dark night time streets of New York, My nose leading me down to one of the more abandoned streets. Then, i heard laughter. I gritted my teeth, feeling the beast inside me writhe and churn, wanting to escape and to hunt. I turned the corner, and leaned against the wall, near an old rusted chain.

"Stop." i said, catching they attention. Three boys looked at me from their game laying crumpled against a wall. My eyes focused on the beaten women for a moment, then turned to the ring leader. I knew what he was thinking. He chucked the wooden stick, covered in blood from its protruding nail at me, i stepped aside. it moved past my head and i took a step forward. The boy to his right, grabbed an apple from his pocket and threw it at me. I laughed and deftly caught it, smelling its freshness for a second, and holding it to my mouth.

"This is our Turf buddy, leave or get what she got." He came towards me and i smelt her blood all over him. I felt the beast moved in my chest as a growl erupted in my throat.

"You think, you could do that, to me?" I laughed lightly, and lifted myself from the wall, and walked into the chain, it pulled against me, then the rusted links broke and sprayed across the ground. I felt the beast fit inside me, and my skin began to burn and itch. It wanted to run, to hunt, to feed. It ad been so long since I've eaten...they would do fine.


SORRY FOR THE BIGNESS. [<3] please read it and comment. The first part was from Nevaeh, the lead in my story. The second, from Coup, by this part in the book, her unknown Werewolf protector (And friend). She saw them beating a mother and her puppies and wrapped herself around the last one alive before they could kill it. D: Its a clip from my book I'm writing, called "Breed." Please comment on it. :3 and the picture! i found the wolfhead on google, anyone know where it came from?