The Wolf Song

The Wolf Song

You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above
-Evenessance, Lies

Golden-yellow eyes stared out at the humans from the shadows, the weight of the chains holding the creature behind those eyes to the fearful, weak beings that searched the night for it. Chains made not of iron or of silver, but of fear and blood that wrapped tightly around its heart. Made of lies told over and over again by those closest to the man it had once been.

A snarl curled its lips, and it crouched low to the earth, waiting for the moment when it could break the herd apart, isolate the weakest one. The golden gaze fixed on a pasty pale male, and the silver hand that would be deadly if it touched him, and anger flared deep inside the wolf's heart, a low growl rumbling in its chest. Beside it, a curious whine made him turn his head to the female wolf who crouched in the dirt beside him.

Amber-honey eyes met his golden-yellow, and he turned his head back to the group of humans drawing ever nearer to them, to the two in the center. One with a silver hand, the other with cold emerald eyes that once had been warm, had once lit with a smile when they saw the man the wolf had been once. An answering growl came from the female, and they stood together, a howl breaking the silence of the night.

Answering howls echoed through the forest, and the humans stopped, fear flaring in their scents. The emerald-eyed male spotted them, and shouted, a slender stick of wood aiming at him. The two wolves broke from the brush in an explosion of greenery and fur, white teeth gleaming as they charged the group, the black-robed humans scattering despite the shouts of the emerald-eyed male. Around them came the joyous howls of other wolves, as they hunted down the humans who'd hunted them for so long, the full moon shining down on them with a cold and uncaring light.

Screams rent the night with fear, snarls and shouts flooding the woods with the sounds of death, the coppery tang of blood filling the eyes of the wolves with blood-lust. The silver-handed male struck at the wolf that drove for his throat, and a howl of pain filled the night, and the wolves turned their heads towards the sound. The golden-eyed wolf fell back, panting, the smell of scorched fur and flesh thick around him.

"Give it up, Remus. You can't win against us, you know that." The emerald-eyed male, old yet young in the cold silver light of the moon, drew back to stand next to the silver-handed male, his dead gaze boring into the eyes of the golden-eyed wolf.

He merely snarled, the wolves gathering around them, the amber-eyed female beside him. The circle of wolves waited, watching the humans in the center, all that were left of the group that had come. They never took their eyes off the leader of the pack as he circled them, forgetting that this was no normal wolf pack. They never saw the amber-eyed female or the blue-eyed black dog beside her leap in perfect unison, jaws snapping shut across the back of the necks of the two human males.

A howl of triumph rose from the forest, the wolves gathering around the dead bodies to sing a song of death while the moon looked down at her children with a warm and welcoming light.