A Certain Strange Wolf

By Wesley Jade

Alone. Hungry. Exiled.
Konri is different from other Bray Wolves and he doesn't know why. He is exiled because of his seemingly aberrant existence . When he chances upon an abandoned baby, he finds in it a kindred spirit.
When he resolves to take care of it, he is thrust in to a mysterious chase, with sinister forces bent on finding the child. Now Konri has to protect that which his kind hunts for sport, and hope that he has made the right decision in involving himself with human affairs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wesley Jade
• Release date: Apr 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370186648

Wesley Jade

Born in Cape Town, South Africa, Wesley can be found in the bastion of knowledge that is a library, where he happily works for his bread and butter, though he will deny that he is doing a job.When he is not pretending to "not work", he can be found at home, where he can safely remove his adult disguise and geek out on anime, books, and writing what he likes. You may on occasion find him at comic conventions dressed as a Pokemon, or in a bookshop with a panicked look on his face because he can't choose which book to buy.Wesley has also written a short story called fatal performance which can be found in the anthology CEA Writers without Boundaries, found here https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/719911.If you need to drop him a line, don't do it at [e-mail]. Just kidding! Please do.

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A Certain Strange Wolf

Wesley Jade

Copyright 2017 Wesley Jade

Smashwords Edition

Chapter 1

Hunger gnawed at the pit of his stomach like a splinter rat filing its teeth. This part of the forest seemed intent on denying him anything to eat. Even a splinter rat would be preferable to this emptiness in his bowels, and water wasn’t enough to keep his strength going. The last time he’d seen his reflection had worried him. If another Bray Wolf were to find him now, he wouldn’t survive.

It bothered him that he was unable to find a decent kill in the area. The bare months had long passed, and he’d long ago shed his warm outer coat. He especially enjoyed it when the cool wind would whisper through his fur on a hot day.

Oh, he was so hungry!

He could hear them. The laughter of the keki birds high above in the tree tops. And it felt like the wheat willows were teasing him when their long, golden leaves flitted over his back. Yes, this forest seemed hell bent on denying him much of anything.

But he had no choice. This was the only place where he could be safe. Where he could be alone, unneeded.

Unneeded. Unwanted.

An old one wasn’t needed. An old