The wolf looked even more dejected. "True enough, but I wasn't thinking to clearly at the time. Dinner was right in front of me, and well..." He made a wolfish attempt at a shrug. I sighed. "Ok, just in the future, try to show a little more respect for my needs, ok?" "You got it pal..and I'm sorry. Go on back to bed. I'll keep it down." He was now eyeing the carcass hungrily. Damn, those wolves sure do eat a lot. It was only then that I noticed what the nigger was wearing. Black pants, black shirt and a black ski mask that was now lying next to him. A freaking sneak thief! I was now glad he'd caught the bastard. Probably saved me from a knife in the back while I slept. Niggers! They work harder at finding ways not to work an honest job than it would to just to work! I was always amazed at just how much I was capable of hating the animals. I'm starting to think it's something primal in all whites, at least for those that still listen to their genes. There are far too many of us now that deny what's inside us and do their best to embrace our age old enemy, and they wonder why their daughters get raped, their wives get murdered and their homes robbed. Some people are just born stupid I guess...

As I tried to go back to sleep, a new sound accosted my ears. I was the snapping of bones and the chomping on gristle that was now noisily in progress, not by just my new friend but his entire pack. I knew that within thirty minutes there'd be very little left of said nigger, other than a thoroughly gnawed skull and some tattered rags. Good riddance. One less problem for my race, and a hundred fewer monkeys in the future to screw with my progeny. Lettem' eat. I absently wondered if they'd ever heard of salt. The thought made me laugh. The mental image of a pack of wolves passing around a salt shaker almost sent me into stitches. Man! The human mind can be damned silly at times. Then another thought crossed my mind, causing me to pop my eyes wide open and almost ruin my night's sleep. What if ole' wolfie decided he didn't like me anymore? Would I end up as an entree' for Sunday night dinner? The thought sent chills up my spine. Aw hell. If he'd wanted to eat me, he'd have already done it. I rolled over and went to sleep, albeit a bit fitfully...

I slept through the day and awoke sometime in the late afternoon. I had no idea I was that tired, but I had no doubt that the stress of discovering a talking wolf had a lot to do with it. I ate a slow meal of beef stew and whiskey, and waited for the sun to sink, and the promised appearance of my new hairy friend. As if on cue, he showed up just as the last dim rays of the sun sat over the western hills. "Ready to rock and roll?" he asked with a toothy grin. I nodded with as much enthusiasm as a man can when he knows he's lost his freaking mind. He turned and took off into the brush at a slow trot, and I came up alongside him. I knew I couldn't keep up the pace for long on two legs, and I told him as much. He grinned at me and said cryptically, "That's not going to be a problem for much longer." I didn't like the sound of that, whatever it meant. I liked this wolf, but he scared the beejeeebers out of me. Suddenly to my right, another wolf appeared, running alongside us. Then another one took up the rear. Soon his entire pack was running all around and with us, as if they were my escort to some great event. My guide looked over at me and asked, "Getting tired?" I nodded. He looked at me as if gauging me, then gave me another one of his toothy smiles. "Not for long. Do you trust me?" I nodded. "Truly?" I stopped mentally and asked myself the question honestly. I guess I really did. I must because here I was, running alongside a pack of wild, deadly wolves. "Yes." I answered sincerely. The wolf nodded, then let out a weird, high pitched howl that was instantly picked up by the rest of the pack. Soon the woods reverberated with their howls. "Look straight ahead and don't look down. Can you do that?" I nodded, too winded to talk. "Whatever you hear or feel or see, do not stop running until I say you can. Got that?" Once more I nodded...

The pace settled down into a slow, rhythmic run that suddenly turned off into an odd looking path I'd never seen before, and I had been all over these woods. But I kept my eyes ahead on the path, not looking down or to the left or right. I focused on the run. Suddenly he yelled, "Prey!" We all broke into a full run, following the pack leader. My mind was now on the hunt. All thoughts of fatigue had left me. Suddenly I was passing several of the other wolves. My efforts seemed to become easier by the foot. Suddenly I felt low to the ground. I could smell the forest around me, and the wolves alongside me. I seemed to be running on my hands and feet, and I wanted to look down with all my might, but I remembered his warning and kept my eyes forward. I could smell the sweat and fear of our prey up ahead, and I instantly knew we were chasing a fat wetback. He'd been out here looking for one of our bronze plaque monuments to hammer apart for the scrap metal. A new pastime of our uninvited guests. But he'd found wolves instead. He'd found us...

Then we were on him. Blood was in my nostrils, and the thrill of the kill went deep into my soul. The taste of hot, raw meat was like manna from heaven. I ate with no guilt and no remorse whatsoever. When we were all done, there wasn't much left for dessert, let me tell you. Then, as I lay there moaning in satisfaction, my friend walked up to me, sniffed at me and sat down next to me and began to laugh. "Damned if you don't make a half decent looking wolf, boy!" "Wolf? I—!!" I looked own at myself and almost passed out from shock. Instead of skin there was now gray fur. Instead of hands there were now four paws. Something smacked my butt and I turned to discover it was my tail. "Well I'll be dipped in shit! How??" The wolf shook his head in laughter. "That's for me to know..for now. Suddenly a thought hit me. "Is this..permanent?" I asked. He studied me carefully. "Only if you want it to be. But you have to decide, and do it tonight, because this is your one and only chance at joining us. There will never be another."...

Tonight we hunt again, and my memories of my old life are starting to fade. I only miss a few things when I think about it. There is something extremely noble in the sheer honesty of the life of a wolf. There are no shades of gray, only good and evil, black and white, friend or foe. I still don't know how it happened, and so far my friend isn't talking. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm the luckiest wolf alive. After all, I kill an enemy of the white race almost every night, and I get away with it! Who could ask for more??