Thriller Wolf
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Oh yeah, it's a fanfic!
My other fanfic which led into this is long gone, so for those of you who never read my other story, I wrote a recap for you. There's really only one person that knows the previous events of the story besides me. She'll be here, I'm sure.
On we go:
Recap: The Jackson wolves are an unknown breed throughout the world, lurking in the shadows of Michael's performances and causing some trouble here and there, able to make themselves unseen and appear seemingly out of nowhere.
The oldest Jackson wolf known to date, recently killed by the lead Blood Shadow wolf, Sniper, was Jake, having died on the formerly thriving age of 104. He was Michael's ongoing companion, ever since his J5 days. He led a small pack of Jackson wolves, with one member being his mate. A young Jackson wolf, Darla, aged 46. She died Recently after an aim to protect Michael from 2 Blood Shadows. Half dead, Darla had presented Michael with 5 puppies, one of which being very different from the rest. 2 Black puppies, both Female, Asta and Glitz. The small white bundle was a male, names Jack, and a blond puppy, the same shining coat as Darla's, was male, named Ryan. Then, there was an odd one. He seemed black at first glance, but his fur seemed to shine, almost reflective. He was like a bizarre crystal, his coat shining with deep purple and dark turquoise from different angles. His eyes swam with marbled color, and could change into any color imaginable.
Now that the character intro is over with, I must tell you what had happened just before I abandoned the story.
Michael had overheard 2 of the pack wolves talking about giving something to him, and one asked the other if he was surely ready for it.
“It’s been long enough a wait. Jake wanted this for him, we need to do it soon!” One wolf said.
“Jake’s dead. We don’t know if this is the right time.” The other, having a slightly raspy voice replied.
“This is the best time if there ever was any.”
“No, it’s not. We can’t just go up to him and say, ‘Hey, Mike! We’re gonna do this now because we don’t actually know when to!’”
“I wasn’t....”
“Just shush, okay? We’ll give it to him when...”
Michael had had enough. He opened his back door and stared at the two wolves, who were frozen and wide-eyed. Their ears flattened at each other. “Give me what?” Michael asked innocently.
My other fanfic which led into this is long gone, so for those of you who never read my other story, I wrote a recap for you. There's really only one person that knows the previous events of the story besides me. She'll be here, I'm sure.
On we go:
Recap: The Jackson wolves are an unknown breed throughout the world, lurking in the shadows of Michael's performances and causing some trouble here and there, able to make themselves unseen and appear seemingly out of nowhere.
The oldest Jackson wolf known to date, recently killed by the lead Blood Shadow wolf, Sniper, was Jake, having died on the formerly thriving age of 104. He was Michael's ongoing companion, ever since his J5 days. He led a small pack of Jackson wolves, with one member being his mate. A young Jackson wolf, Darla, aged 46. She died Recently after an aim to protect Michael from 2 Blood Shadows. Half dead, Darla had presented Michael with 5 puppies, one of which being very different from the rest. 2 Black puppies, both Female, Asta and Glitz. The small white bundle was a male, names Jack, and a blond puppy, the same shining coat as Darla's, was male, named Ryan. Then, there was an odd one. He seemed black at first glance, but his fur seemed to shine, almost reflective. He was like a bizarre crystal, his coat shining with deep purple and dark turquoise from different angles. His eyes swam with marbled color, and could change into any color imaginable.
Now that the character intro is over with, I must tell you what had happened just before I abandoned the story.
Michael had overheard 2 of the pack wolves talking about giving something to him, and one asked the other if he was surely ready for it.
“It’s been long enough a wait. Jake wanted this for him, we need to do it soon!” One wolf said.
“Jake’s dead. We don’t know if this is the right time.” The other, having a slightly raspy voice replied.
“This is the best time if there ever was any.”
“No, it’s not. We can’t just go up to him and say, ‘Hey, Mike! We’re gonna do this now because we don’t actually know when to!’”
“I wasn’t....”
“Just shush, okay? We’ll give it to him when...”
Michael had had enough. He opened his back door and stared at the two wolves, who were frozen and wide-eyed. Their ears flattened at each other. “Give me what?” Michael asked innocently.