Fate Is A Fickle Thing
Prelude
Trees were whipping past me in a blur, their dead limbs like fingers violently tearing at my clothes and face. The snow covered ground had already numbed my bleeding feet; the frost-tinged air burned my lungs. My body was protesting with this endless escape, my muscles were giving out making me falter. I felt so weak.
I heard a growl behind me and heavy steps getting closer. Icy cold fear trickled down my frozen spine before hot adrenaline shot through my veins as I pushed just a little harder. I felt the wet trails of my fallen tears freeze on my cheeks.
Merlin help me.
As the heavy breathing behind me got closer; a broken sob escaped my chapped lips. My hair was let loose by getting caught on the fence I had to climb.
They might actually catch me this time.
I saw moonlight seeping through the trees and I gasped in relief, hoping that this will all be over soon. But as I cleared the trees' branches, my heart sank. A desperate cry rang out as I realized that the clearing that I thought was safety, dropped off into a jagged cliff into the black ocean below.
The brush behind me rustled while multiple growls sounded out. I was crying hysterically but no sound came out.
I didn't want this, I never wanted this. Why me?
I never believed in fate. I had always laughed when people said you can't fight fate. But as I turn to face my own, I realized they were right. Giant wolves kept creeping from the thick woods. One howled and I couldn't help but flinch at the heartbreaking sound. They circled me against the cliff edge.
The closest and biggest of them, a silver male with blood red eyes, stepped forward until his face was less than a foot from my own. More fear made my body lock up, my eyes clenching closed. My jaw was cramping from fighting the sobs that wanted to be let loose. I felt my nails dig crescent shaped cuts in my palms.
A low growl sounded out, it rumbled in my ears and made me quake. It took me a few moments to get just a sliver of courage to open my eyes. I found myself looking at my bluing toes that were patterned with red blood. I knew I had to look up at him, I knew it was inevitable. I took a shaky breath to prolong the moment and to conjure more courage to look up.
He huffed, like an impatient man, blowing his warm breath on my face. The sharp contrast of temperature hurt against my frozen face.
My heart was in my throat, my mouth dry and my body frozen. I sighed again and looked up into incredibly knowing eyes.
"Why me?" I asked him. My heart was beating wild like a drum, my body shaking from both cold and fear.
He just closed his eyes and leaned down, touching his nose to my heart. I felt a sharp pain throughout my body. I let out a cry and fell to my knees. I looked up just as the wolf touched his nose to my forehead and everything went black.