I have been bred, abandoned, broken and beaten at the hands of others.

My journey is long and hard, yet I remain unwaveringin my show of dignity.

I am loyal and regal, but now I have no place, am no longer able to survive on my own, and have no one to care for me.

I have often been beaten into submission, starved, caged, and ignored for displaying my natural behaviors.

I am rejected by most and unthought-of by even more.

I am an outcast to some and something to be worshipped by others.

I am the one no one speaks of, and I have no voice of my own.

My once impeccable lineage is now intentionally tainted and altered forever.

I can be a good friend, but probably not a good dog, please do not expect this of me.

My fate is usually unforgiving and unkind, because you think I might bite you.

My spirit is reduced to a title of neither wolf nor dog.

My soul cries out, why are you afraid of me?

After all, I am your creation.



I am the Wolf-Hybrid.



by Holly Evans