Well, after a looong break, I have written another short story. This story is kind of dark but anyway it's my "first" short story in almost three years. So I hope you like it.

"The bloody claws still had flesh hanging out from the hunt, and the blood dripping from the teeth still had the scent of life fading away. The rest of the pack waited outside, while the wolf finished eating his prize. With fire in his eyes, and blood dripping from the mouth, he let out a piercing howl through the sky and the pack answered with a furious howl. His white fur, now dyed crimson with the blood of his prey, shines under the pale moonlight as if the wolf have transformed into a diabolical beast. Every wolf on the pack was anxious, waiting the return of the now titled crimson wolf. And when the beast came back, they trembled in fear. The crimson wolf, with his eyes gleaming in ecstasy for the blood and the thrill of the hunt still running in his veins, carried the corpse of his trophy: a bloody mess of a human. He threw the remains to them and returned to the forest. The pack without even thinking, devoured the remains and howled in euphoria. The pack kept howling, in wait for the crimson wolf to came back. But he didn’t. The crimson wolf, having tasted the human blood and the thrill of hunting, now goes alone, hunting whatever beast crosses his way: never stopping, always killing. Drunk in the thrill of the hunt and the blood of his victims, the wolf now has become, a demon."