Cry To The Moon. [Short Story]

Cry To The Moon.
BY: Paula .C.

A cold wind whispers through the air
as the moon rises into the night sky
No shimmering gold illuminates the abyss
as the pack moves swiftly through the woods.

Her agile body lept through the trees
as she followed the fleeing wolves.
Her heart beat against her chest
as she watched the hunters gain.

The shadow of lashes created spikes
across her cheeks as her eyes closed.
And she forced her body to relax as she concentrated
on sending the head alpha an urgent message.

"There gaining on us, the little ones are getting tired,
we must attack. Hide the cubs, get the males and tell them we fight. Lure the hunters in and I will take them by surprise, they have not seen me yet"

As his reply echoed in her mind,
she watched as the mothers hid the cubs
in a cave before standing in a semi circle
preparing to attack any who dare harm there young.

Making sure there mates and children were safe
the males spread out, some hid in the shadows
other's stood in the open grove,awaiting the men
as they all stood ready to defend there family.

When the large men, clad in leather, and armed
hustled into the clearing, the head alpha attacked.
His hind legs bunched, a ferocious growl ripping Through his body as he lept at the leader of the hunters.

The head man, slung his bow, but before he could release, he was being ripped apart by the sharp claws and teeth. The other men slung there bows and began firing arrows some hit there target, others missing.

Bright red blood seeped through the wounds,
but he did not cease to attack.
The clearing erupted into ferocious growling
as the rest of the males rushed to fight beside their leader.

Some men dropped their bows and pulled their knives,
other's fired arrows, but the pack simply dogged them.
The pack was fleeing no longer, they were prepared
to fight those who threatened there lives.

She dropped from the trees silently,
knife held firm in hand, and joined the battle.
No one suspected her, she had caught them off guard
and she used it to her advantage, slitting throats of the unsuspecting.

An arrow whizzed through the air, and sunk deep into the flesh of her arm, a short cry of pain escaped her lips, before she noted the direction it had come from.
"So the humans weren't as stupid as I thought"
She worked quickly, sending a message to the pack, while running to the cover of trees.

The brush was dense, but she had lived here all her life,
she traveled easily in her forest, and was soon coming to the tree were the hidden archer sat perched, and unknowing of her presence.

Sliding her knife along one end of a long narrow stick,
she began communicating with the pack.
"Hows the battle waging? I'll be back soon, I have a pest to take care of first"
she had no doubt they could handle it, but she wanted to be back before it was over.

Her stick sharpened into, a strong sturdy spear,
she inched her way forward, and aimed for the death mark.
She didn't feel bad about killing this unexpected soul,
because he did the exact same thing.

The spear flew through the air with speed,
her aim was accurate, and the man fell to the ground dead.
Suddenly an urgency clutched at her, the urge to return,pressing her legs faster and faster.

When she returned, the pack was finishing off the last of the attackers, the ground was soaked with blood, scattered weapons and broken arrows lay all around.
Human bodies lay limp, and torn apart, in red puddles.
As the mother wolves and cubs, were gathered around a limp wolf.

Her legs were stiff, her throat dry, as tears burned in her eyes. The alpha lay still, arrows embedded in his hide, gouges adorning his fur.
The males came and joined there mates, a heavy silence settled among them,
they had lost their alpha, their friend, and leader.

A chilling wind blows through the trees
the moon shining in the velvet sky
as the pack all looks to the abyss,
and in sorrow cry to the moon.
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This is an edition, to the poetic series I am writting called The Moon Temptress.They are all written around one character, and tend to follow a story line.
I hope you enjoyed reading it, and please comment and vote, for I would like you feedback.

Thanks,
Elly..