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Where are the Wolves???

Molly's first memory was the scream, she still awoke, cold and shaking from his high pitched scream that somehow left his lips to reside forever, caught, held and trapped in her soul. Her brother's scream as they wrestled and she gasped in shock as she backed away, looking dazed as his blood dripped from his ear and the white snow became red.  She closed her eyes and moaned as she saw him again back away from her. Things were never the same after that, fear filled Molly, afraid of herself, she backed away from her siblings and watched as they played. She became their guardian, always watchful, always alert, always there to lend a helping hand. In winter she fed them, laughing at their inability to hunt for themselves. The family of four had faced many winters and summers.  It was at the death of their parents, when Molly found herself growling and snarling, the noise both frightened and excited her. Her siblings grief went unnoticed as she fought the desire to rip into the dead flesh of her parents. Confounded, a new fear arose in her, unable to control the urge, she turned and bolted.
     Days turned to months and moons later Molly produced cubs of her own, she had changed in ways that both terrified her and strangely liberated her.  She was hunting, the taste of wild rabbit delighted her, she avoided all contact with her family members.  The urge to kill was beyond her control. 
     And then she met him and her world changed forever. 
He was beautiful, his rugged coat could use a dip in the river, but his golden eyes sent a trance down her spine, He was everything her family had taught her to fear. He was the enemy. He was the wolf. Fear framed her and he sat down curiously taking in the long gleaming white of her coat, it was her eyes that drew his attention. Golden eyes alive with fear. he could smell it. This beautiful stunning creature was afraid of him? Stunned he sat merely waiting, assessing her, watching her. Molly stood timid.  He was the enemy and she was about to die. He flashed her his fangs and she went limp in the legs. 
"What are you waiting for?" she stammered as she moved slightly and his eyes swept over her, "If you going to kill me, could you just get it over with please?"
"Kill you?" He asked in amusement. 
"You are a wolf!" She pointed out through chattering teeth.
"and what pray tell are you?" He asked with a growl as he leaped  through the air and landed beside her.
"I was born a sheep." She told him proudly.
her words stunned him and for a second he thought he had misheard, but she stood there so proudly, that the realization that she was telling him the truth, he tossed his head back and howled.
Later, much later as they walked down to the river, he was older now and she was wiser, their cubs played beside them.
"Guess I am a wolf after all." She told him with a contented sigh.

 What if deep down in places no one is willing to talk about, just thinking about it chills me to the bone....what if....the enemy within is us....we are the aliens that have invaded this planet. All the world is a stage....if we have sheep.....where are the wolves????

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