THE ISLAND PART 2

My people are a little bit different than the main group Tank rules over. My name is Shell only because I prefer to be around my boat and the others. We are not given names until we earn them. All of us. The visible and non-visible. At least the ones born here. Some have been washed up on the shore just like our building supplies. Not everyone gets eaten buy the evil. How else would it grow more food?

My family live beyond a veil to the eastern part of the island. That’s right. An invisible barrier concealing our home. Since it is beyond a magical barrier, it will not grow anything other than grass and trees. We have tried planting gardens. It never took. There is wildlife, but the humans can’t eat them. Only we can.

We are descendants of Flegrea. Some would call us demon wolves, shape shifters. Human most of the
time, we change to giant black wolves when we hunt. There are other reasons we shift but most of the
time is for hunting. Other times? Let’s just say it’s an emotional thing. Long ago, control over anger and
rage helped quell the insanity keeping us human most of the time.

I was on my way back home through the barrier when yelling stopped me in my tracks. Everyone was
running towards the shore. That couldn’t be good. It would put everyone within reaching distance of the
evil. No one seemed to care. Even Tank was running that way. “Uggg, fine!” I huffed and
changed directions.