The white snow. The smell of pine, gingerbread cookies and . . . wolf. My wolf. I was ten when it happened. I was playing in my backyard and i saw it. Saw him. Standing on the border of the backyard and the woods. His blue eyes following my everymove. The moment i looked into his ice blue eyes, I knew I was scared. But despite the fact that I was terrified, I chased after him. And of course, his wolf instincts took over and ran. He ran and he ran. And I followed him, not knowing where he would take me. We ran for about thirty minutes until I had trouble breathing, I stopped running and leaned against a tall oak tree. My wolf stopped running as well and turned to look at me, his mouth open and tounge dangling from the side, panting from the run. He motioned his head to the path in front of him, beckoning me to follow. I pushed off the frozen tree and took two steps and collasped on the ground, taking short ragged breaths. I look to my wolf and reach out toward him, he slowly turned and bowed his head, knowing something was wrong. He slowly walked toward me, nose extended towards my out stretched hand. I look up into his icy blue eyes and for a split second I saw loneliness in his eyes. I reach out farther to pet his muzzle, but then I fell into a world of screams and gunshots.
My wolf ran away . He ran far into the cold winter . . .
"Abby?" A paint covered hand reached down in front of me. The hand smelled of rosemary and paint fumes.
"Mom?! Oh, my Jesus! You scared me!" I smacked my mother's hand out of my face and spun my tire swing around to face her. "May I help you, Mother?" I glare up into her aging beauty. My mother is the most good-looking forty year old you would ever meet. Though it'd help if she quit getting paint on her face and under her nails.
"Yes, your father and I are going out tonight, so you're on your own until about midnight, ok?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Be safe," I said as I got up and kissed my mother's paint stanined cheek. "Do you need me to save dinner for you?"
"Nope. We're going out to eat and see a movie," my mother smiled as she turned back around to head inside..
"Mom?" I called as I stared off into the dark woods.
"Yes, Abigal?"
"Please be careful, ok? I turned my head and looked into my mother's eyes.
She smiled. "I will sweetie. Don't throw a wild party while we're gone."
I laughed at her attempt to be a parent. "Yeah, ok, Mom."
She went inside laughing as I turned backto the woods.
And what I saw completely shocked me.