​Ring wondered where in the world Queen and the other dogs were.  Where was Bruno?  Any other time, Bruno would already be out at the gate just raising Cain.  Now the men were at the gate, whispering to each other.  Ring lunged at the men and full meant to tear somebody’s leg off as he felt the blood of his wolf father roil in his veins.  One of the guys pointed something at Ring, and he knew exactly what that something could do, and he dodged-but it was too late.  Something struck him in the shoulder, and it felt like fire.  The wolf in him turned to rend and tear, but he got confused.  Where was the gate?

My writings are fiction based on life experiences, both real and imagined.  Some of the characters in these books are real and some are not.  You decide which are which:
From “A Wolf Called Ring”: “By the time he was two months old, Ring had deserted Queen (his mother) and begun to sleep under my bedroom window.  He knew exactly where I slept, so he would come to my window and sit there and whine.  I could stretch and lean out the window far enough to reach him.  I would take a piece of rag in my hand and let the pup bite the rag.  While he hung on, I would lift him up and through the window, and then I’d sneak him under the covers with me and Brother.  Ring got to where he really enjoyed that, but we got caught.”