The Silver Reign.

Lone Wolf.

Blood. It stained the murky water as the three of us walked over to the corpse. His white fur was stained light brown and red eyes that were twisted in anger and fear. We looked at each other. "Poor guy," Bucky muttered. "This is what I mean," Wolfe said to the body. I looked at the ground, my paw scraping the soft earth beneath me. I wanted to argue back but how could I argue with someone who was completely right? "I know," I responded. He and Bucky looked at me. "Guys, things will get better," Bucky chimed in.
"How do you know that? What if things keep going like this for hundreds of years?" Wolfe shot back at him. "Why do you care anyways Wolfe? I mean Alexis is right, all you care about is your f*cking shop!" Bucky snarled as his ears pressed against the skull of his head. Wolfe mirrored his actions and snarled," Shut the f*ck up." "Well why do you care Wolfe? Huh? Why do you?" "Because I'm a werewolf to, Bucky. Now get out of my way girly." Now Bucky had fury in his eyes. The next thing was a blur.
Bucky had tackled Wolfe to the ground and they were fighting. I was scared. After what felt like forever Wolfe got up and started walking away. "You okay Wolfe?" I asked running over to him. He glared at me telling me to stay back and which I did. Bucky watched still laying on the ground without making a sound. "You both know I'm right." Bucky and I looked at each other. He stared at my blue eye with his red ones. "All were doing is killing ourselves." That was the last thing he said before vanishing into the darkness of the woods. I helped Bucky up, thinking if he had a point to what he was saying.