The last wolf

Alpha Wade POV

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the land. The wind was blowing, and it carried a chill that spoke of the coming winter. I stood at the edge of the forest, my eyes scanning the horizon. I was searching for something, something that had been lost to us for many generations. I was searching for the last wolf.

The last wolf was a legend, a story told to young pups around the fire. It was said that this wolf was the last of its kind, the last remnant of a time before the great change, when wolves and humans lived together in harmony. The last wolf was said to be the keeper of the old ways, the keeper of the balance between man and beast. I had heard the story many times, but I had never believed it to be true. Until now.

As I stood at the edge of the forest, I caught a glimpse of movement. I squinted, trying to make out the shape in the distance. And then, it came into focus. A lone wolf, standing tall and proud. It looked at me, its eyes filled wit