Chapter 1
I could smell its fear. It knew I was nearby but couldn't tell where I am. But I knew. I know it's every move. Everywhere it turned; it saw trees, while I saw my dinner.
Day 2 of my crazy dreams. Ever since I turned 13, I have been having these dreams about chasing rabbits in the woods or fighting and killing a wolf with my bare hands. Yup, that's normal for a 13 year old girl.
When I do wake up from my mythical journey to She-wolf City, my blood was boiling hot. Not because I was mad or anything, it was just that I was hot, but could barely feel the heat coming from the vents in my room. Maybe I was just catching a cold or something.
"Emma, hurry up you going to miss the bus!" That was my mom. We live in the windy city of Chicago. It was just my mom, pet dog Rover and me, all living in a small town house we like to call home. I know all of you are wondering doesn't she have a dad? Well, stop asking questions and listen! My mom, well she really doesn't enjoy talking about my father, and I have never met him before. Once on my 7th birthday, was able to convince my mom to talk just a tiny bit about him.
"Mommy, it's my birthday, and my wish is for you to tell me about daddy." I said with most adorable voice I was capable to come up with.
"Fine only because it's you birthday," she began to say "Your father was a caring and loving person. He had big brown eyes just like yours honey buns. He had long dark brown hair to go with his big brown eye, also like yours. But there was something special about him. Do you want to know what?" she asked me as if she was finally going to get some big secret off her chest. But then she, fear pulled into her eyes as if there was someone watching us from the window.
"Never mind, forget what we were talking about happy birthday honey." She said than kissed my forehead and swiftly walked out of the room. That's a birthday I will always remember as the day I almost found out about my father and why he left. But I do remember one strange from that day, I thought I saw someone at our window, maybe it was just from the overdose of sugar that day.