The Wulf’s Fury

Raging inside his pace quickens
Jackels are lurking near
His blood a fervent from his mates embrace.
Yet now it rages inside.
Ever watchful alertness heightens
It has become a bitter peace with unguarded instinct
With the cycle of the full moon strength is natures call
Thirst becomes an ever present addiction
Pacing His mind races
Will they attack as one, or in waves
The killing fields are in place
One moment of thought crosses Hid mind
Will He survive
Yet deep down He knows His life means little to Him In the protection of his mate
Taking in a deep breath He settles as the wind blows over Him
Pitching His head to the heaven His call carries from Him letting all know His presence is near
A wicked disposition over comes Him for to be anything less is certain death
Clawing, scratching, ripping, tearing ,all His strength, and skill He’ll need
For He is Alpha
And soon it will be raining blood in a storm of flesh
In the aftermath should He survive will be nothing more than ashes
For He battles the devils own
Yet His scences bring Him a knowing which almost destryed Him
The scence of their weakness
They of inflated egos to the point of arrogance
A demise which almost claimed Him many moons ago
An evil grin comes across as a familiar scent is caught by Him
His mate has come to His side
His mind hurried by the ensuing battle on the horizon
She seeks His embrace
Stilling His mind in that moment to embrace Her for She is the reason He lives
It was through Her He regained His stature
Then from a corner in His eye movemont catches His attention
Turning knowing they are not alone He sees the pack
Lone Wulf no more
Again He reaches to the heavens and releases a call
In unison the pack raises their voice
Hair raising on their backs
Soon it will be raining blood
The battle will ensue
Clouds parting revealing the full moons luminent grace
Their Alpha has returned