Wolf Lord

Isabella Swan, stood on a forest path, her heart shattered, her mind in shambles.

Edward… Edward had left her.

She threw her head back and screamed in rage and utter sadness. She turned and began walking in a direction that she thought, no, hoped, would lead her back to him. She stumbled through woods, branches striking out at her in the dark as the day turned into night, casting the dreary Washington woods into a all consuming darkness. She walked forwardly, blinded by the shadows in the world and in her heart.

That is until she tripped.

She turned and kicked the mossy black trunk that she had tripped over, and was about to hammer in another irate kick when she realized that the trunk she kicked was furry. She looked down at a furry limb that was covered with moss and vines. She looked up further and further, up a clawed paw, up furred foreleg the sized of tree trunk, up to emerald eyes that stared out in a fury above a muzzle filled with dagger like fangs.

Isabella screamed again, this time in terror as the humongous thing that was to one of the shifters as they were to a normal wolf. Bella's scream was reduced to a whimper as the giant wolf-things lips pulled away from its yellowed teeth in a snarl that she felt deep in her gut. She shut her eyes as the snarling wolf rose to stand at is full height of just under double that of a shifter, vines and moss snapping and falling

Bella closed her eyes and waited for the en- NO. She was not some dainty or cowardly girl who needed protection, and she would proved that to anyone and everyone who dared to say otherwise.

She opened her eyes to stare into the angry gem-like eyes of the wolf monster and bared her teeth in a grimace. She stared resolutely as the fangs came closer.

Isabella waited resolutely as her end approached, and then, suddenly, stopped.

Isabella held her breath as the wolf-thing snuffled, taking in her scent with almost excited air about itself. The snout of the wolf-thing was pushing itself against her, forcing Bella to her feet.

She turned to glare at the wolf, but before she could speak, the wolf gently nudged her, almost bowling her over, but forcing her to start walking. Every time she tried to turn and face the blasted thing, the wolf would nudge her and keep her on track, forcing her to go… Whatever direction the thing wanted her to go in.

When she finally gave up and just started speaking to the wolf as she walked, she was soundly ignored. Even when she gave up trying to reason or be polite and just started screaming the wolf would just nudge her, and kept her moving.

Eventually when she sat down and refused to move?

The wolf grabbed her up by the by back of her shirt, and started dragging her along, her shirt clenched in its jaws, her feet dangling just above the ground.

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The wolf finally dropped her as they entered into a clearing, in the middle of which was a simple, single story log cabin, its peaked roof, a green painted aluminum.

The only thing that was unusual was the doors. A large set of metal door set into the front of the cabin, on either side of the the double doors was a window that was obscured by red curtains.

The wolf nudged her from behind, prompting her to stumble towards the cabin doors, she turned to snarl at the wolf but was pushed towards the cabin doors again.

She placed one slim hand on the metal latch of the door, and pulled. It gave away, unlocked, she entered, took one step inside, and then tried to slam the door closed on the wolf.

But the black furred wolf wedged itself into the door and managed to wedge itself into the door. Isabella stared at the wolf for a split second before she shrugged and proceeded to slam one side of the metal door into the gargantuan wolf repeatedly with no effect. Over and over again into the wolf's flank, impacting with a dull thud that seemed almost hollow.

Finally the wolf got tired of Isabella's attempts at harming it and forced itself inside the cabin all the way, sending Bella sprawling. Once it had made it inside, the gave he gave her seemed to say,

'really? That's what your going to try on the giant wolf?'

Isabella turned, in trying to find somewhere else to leave, and hopefully ditch the wolf, but other then the two windows next to the door, and a couch with a small wooden table in front of it, there was nothing.

Now with no way to get to them because of the Giant WOLF In front of her. There would be no way for her to get free, she quickly dove behind the couch.

She heard the cracking of bone and ligament reshaping themselves, growls and snarls that turned into the grunts and moans of a human.

Isabella, hid, fighting back the tears as the bare feet padded closer over the wooden floor, she bit back a shriek as a head with with casually messy black hair popped over the back of the couch to stare at her with his green eyes.

The man, no, the boy smiled at her, showing off his slightly larger then normal incisors.

"Hello miss. My names Harry Potter. Whats yours?"