The Prince's Dog #1

From the edge of the forest, I watch as the battle wore on. Swords clashed and men screamed.
Many fell dead or wounded to the ground. These fight's had been going on for what seemed like forever.
Villages were burned, children stolen and the men were killing each other.
The once peaceful planet was turned into utter chaos. And it  had all started when the Bifrost was destroyed, by Thor, if I might add.
I was starting to think that he should have let Loki destroy Jotunheim. One world of monsters would be gone and all this bloodshed would have never happened.
It is not that I do not like fighting, but this constant slaughter was sickening.
As I was watching the men hack at each other and thinking about how this was all Thor's fault, the prince of thunder himself appears.
Leading many men, all Asgardian warriors, he charged into the mist of the warring tribesmen. After I saw several men fall dead to the ground, I had had enough.
I quickly transformed from a young girl, with wavy brown hair and brown eyes, and wearing a dark blue, long sleeve shirt and a black skirt and pants, to a coyote.
It is hard to explain how I can change shape, but I do.
I raced towards Thor on all four paws, dodging fighting men as I ran.
With a snarl, I launched myself at Thor and sank my fangs into his hand.
I could see the surprise on his face as he shook me off.
He was very strong, I will give him that.
I leaped for his throat, but before I could reach him, he swung his hammer.
His strange weapon knocked the wind out of me and sent me flying through the air.
That was the last thing I remembered before everything turned black.

Land of the wolves: Prologue

Gasping for breath, the grey wolf raced through the trees.
His mate ran alongside him with a tiny pup dangling from her jaws and her yearling son on her heels.
Their pursuiters crashed through the underbrush behind them, gaining ground with each step.
“Keep going!” he barked to his small pack.
Without warning, two wolves stood before them, teeth bared.
As they came to a sudden stop, half a dozen wolves emerged from the forest.
They were quickly surrounded on all sides.
“What do you want from us?” the grey wolf growled, fur rising along his back.
Beside him, his mate laid her ears back in fear.
One wolf, slightly larger then the others, stepped forward.
“I am Armstrong, beta of the Everen Pack.” he snarled.
“Now, come with us,”
As he lowered his head, the other wolves drew closer.
“Or die.”
Not far away, hidden in the shadows of the forest, a black wolf, with blue eyes that resembled chips of ice, silently watched the scene unfold.