Born with a breathtaking beauty, and clever personality, his wolf form are like no others; fur white as snow and his eyes were a perfect spring sky. Everyone call him “the great wolf “, some worship him like a god, some just admire him like a hero he is. Nobody sees him in his human form, and they wonder how beautiful he must be in that form. So many lives he have saved already, how many? hundreds ? thousands? Nobody know, nobody even cares.


And as years goes by, they grew dependent on him. Taking him for granted.


Nobody is perfect, but everyone would say otherwise, they all would proudly point on him “Because his different” they would all say.


He accept compliments that he does not deserve, blushing from praises he could never give himself.


And maybe that's why he left.



Because he does not want to be taken for granted for he does not want to be, a god? A hero? Pfft.. he would scoff at the mere thought.


He is a beast that they all thought a beauty.


And for who could ever learn to love a beast?





As years pass by, the great wolf did not return, some says he is just hiding somewhere, some believe he is already dead, all of them are not sure, but one thing they all knew for sure though, that the great wolf would come back; be reborn or just emerge somewhere, they all know.


He would return.