So the werewolf rewrite won the vote. Here's a sneak peak of the prologue. Enjoy~

"You dare step into my territory and preach your tamed laws," roared the four-tailed wolf.

"You must listen to me, brother," pleaded the golden-furred wolf. "You think of yourself as all-mighty, but humans and monsters have changed since your last interaction with them! Some are cruel and greedy. They will try and catch you if they find out what you really are!"

The four other wolves growled and barked at the golden wolf. The golden wolf's ears flattened, and his teeth bared into an anxious snarl.

The four-tailed wolf stood high on his porch atop the smooth boulder. His teal eye bored into the golden wolf. "Humans and monsters are hardly a threat to us werewolves. They turn tail and run at the sight of us!"

"I'm begging you. Please, just leave and return to your old territory. They have already captured one of your pack!"

A white wolf with black cross marks all over his body stepped forward. "That is unrelated to us. They were banished from our pack the moment we arrived in this forest. His capture was his own doing."

A dusty-grey wolf howled with laughter. "The pathetic whelp could hardly eat on his own let alone contribute to the pack! What a wretch he was!"

The four-tailed wolf silenced his pack with a threatening gaze. "We will not leave," he continued to the golden wolf. "I've grown fond of this forest. We will remain until its food supply fails to support us. If any humans of monsters choose to attempt to get rid of us, they will have to face our teeth."

The four other wolves howled in agreement. The golden wolf's bark boomed through the den.

"You will doom our kind!"

The leader's four tails writhed. "Dispose of him."

Suddenly the four subordinates launched towards the golden wolf. The golden wolf spun around and bolted for the exit at full speed. He sprinted into the open air of the chilly night. The subordinates continued to chase him through the territory. Darting around trees, leaping over bushes and fallen debris, lashing their jaws as their target, the subordinates were lusting for the taste of blood on their tongue.

One, the black and white wolf, thrusted himself off of a mossy boulder and rammed into the side of the golden wolf. The two tumbled down a short drop, landing in an area of overgrown blackberry bushes. Thorns dug into the wolves' flesh. In a wild brawl the wolves kicked and snapped their teeth at each other.

The golden wolf felt a set of teeth clamp down harshly on his front leg. He then felt himself be tossed to the side, like an unwanted piece of garbage. He rolled across the ground, coming to a stop at the base of a tree. Warm crimson fluid oozed from the bite wound.

"Run," the black and white wolf snarled. "Don't you dare show your face in our territory again, tamed mutt."

The golden wolf wasted no time in returning to his paws. He limped away as fast as he could on three paws. Behind him, the black and white wolf huffed, turning around and jogging back to his pack members.

The book will come out once I've finished most of it. Chapters will then come out daily.