Stepping out of his cabin, drunk, with shotgun in hand.
"Yall fuckin' with the wrong house!" he yelled into the darkness of the surrounding forest.
He cocked the shotgun and a shell fell onto the porch floor.
Watching the woods closely. His eyes, attempting to see in this blackened air.
He hears occasional, sudden movements from every direction. He doesn't flinch, his drunkenness dulls his fear.
Leaves shake and rustle. Twigs snap in an echoing pulse through the forest.
The man realizes abruptly that he is significantly out numbered. This startling drunken discovery causes him to literally jump.
This startling drunken discovery causes him to literally jump.
His hand reaches back towards the wall of his cabin, searching for the crack of the door.
Reaching inside he flips the switch for the porch light.
Quickly he turns again to see his threat. and what he sees is much more frightening than some mischievous teens.
In the clearing before him stood an entire pack of wolves. An entire pack of wolves, and a man.
This man stood in the dead center of the pack. no shirt, no shoes. only torn black shorts that were once long pants.
his hair was long and fell all around his face, and he glared at the man with the shotgun with the most piercing, burning glare.
The man on the porch was awestruck by this sobering and fearful sight. Confused and worried by what the outcome of this night may be.
He stuttered but was able to speak. "The hell you want? You got no business here!"
This enraged the man with the wolves, It was seen on his face. He filled his lung in a furious breathe.
The wolf man closed the gap between them in a single moment. the speed at which he moved off put the drunken man.
He was able to fire a single shot but it was to no avail. The Wolf man struck the gun with his arm with devastating force.
The gun was sent flying into the dark sky. The man stood shocked, completely dumbfounded. His fingers, twisted and broken by the blow.
He fell backwards into his cabin, crawling back on his elbows.
His assailant stepped in, staring the man deeper into his state of dread.
"What the hell i got that you want? Ive never done a damn thing!"
The wolf man peered across the room. there he saw the days hunt. A gray wolf that the man had shot that day.
The man followed the others face to the table. Stricken with the reality that had befallen him, he began to beg for his life.
The wolf man placed his foot on the drunkards chest, and bent down so they were face to face.
"I'm sorry!" he cried. "I didn't know!"
The wolf mans eyes became increasingly furious and insane. A growl bellowed from deep in his chest. the growl of a wolf.
"please." the man whined.
The wolf mans hand rest gently around the others neck.
"Please." he said again.
His grip tightened.
"Please!"
The mans throat was ripped from his neck.
Blood spurt onto the floor.
Gurgles were heard for a moment before this man bled out on his own floor for his violent act.
The wolves were gone now, and so was the carcass of the days hunt.
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