Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't update New Beginnings in so long. School and rodeo season kind of got in the way, but now that I've got a little free time, I'll try to update. Meanwhile, enjoy this new story featuring Brady and my OC. Any and all characters that you recognize belong to Stephanie Meyer, otherwise they're probably mine! Any and all criticism is appreciated, and if you have any ideas, tips, or anything else, just review. Thank you guys so much!
I was running. From what exactly, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I was in the woods around La Push, stumbling over roots, rocks and other things that seemed to reach up and grab at me, hell-bent on pulling me down. I knew these woods like the back of my hand; I went running here all the time with Jake and Seth. But that was before they joined Same Uley's pack of Reservation thugs. Since then, they'd barely spared me a passing glance.
Suddenly, I could hear someone- or something- running behind me. I could feel its hot breath on the back of my neck. Off in the distance a wolf howled. Then another. And another. Then the thing running behind me howled, making my legs get tangled up with eachother and sending me crashing through a clump of bushes and into a grassy clearing.
I quickly flipped over onto my back, and just laid there, trying to catch my breath. Everything around me had gone quiet, with only the crickets chirping down near the Quillayute River. If I hadn't been running so hard and fearing for my damn life, I might have thought it was peaceful out here. Beautiful, even.
The clearing I had ended up in was vaguely familiar. Off to my left, there was an outrageously tall tree. I recognized it as the same tree that Jake, Seth and I used to sit under and make fun of our local legends about "Spirit Warriors" and "Cold Ones".
As I was gazing over at the tree, I noticed a pair of glowing green eyes, about 6 feet off the ground. As freeky as they were, I couldn't stop staring. There was something familiar about them, like I had seen them somewhere before. Then, a long, black muzzle emerged out of the trees. Followed by a huge, furry black body and a long tail. There, standing vefore me, was what I thought to be a horse-sized wolf. It lowered its head, bared its glistening white fangs, and gave out a growl that would have put a lion's roar to shame.
Out of the woods to my right, another giant wolf stepped out. This one was a sleek silver color, with black points. One by one, wolves began coming through the trees towards me, until there was 7 wolves standing at the edge of the treeline. Every wolf was different as far as color was concerned, but the one thing they had in common was their eyes. The wolves' eyes looked too human, too intelligent to belong to an animal.
Coming back to reality, I realized that all of the wolves were circling around me, staring me down, and snarling and snapping. Fuck! They had been stalking me this intire time, running me ragged and driving me into this clearing for the sole purpose of…what? Eating me? With the wolves being so big, there was no way I'd be a decent meal.
As I looked at one of the wolves, the big rusty brown colored one, I couldn't help but think of the legends. They said that a select few tribesmen gained the ability to turn into a wolf, to protect the tribe from our enemies: vampires.
Before I could think about those legends any further, the black wolf stopped directly in front of me. He stood up to his full height and gazed down on me. All the snarling and circling had stopped, but all I could do was stare up into the eyes of that wolf. He raised his head up and let out an earth-shattering howl last seemed to last for minutes on end. Each wolf in the pack joined in, until it was a beautiful chorus that could've rivaled any human choir. When the howling stopped, the black wolf stepped forward and towered over my prone form. As he lowered his muzzle down to the ground, he pulled back his lips and began growling again.
This is it, I thought. This is where I'm going to die. In the middle of the freaking woods, mauled by a freakishly large wolf, while wearing nothing but my freaking basketball shorts. Perfect. There was something off about this whole scenario, though. Something just felt…wrong. As the wolf lunged towards my throat, all I could think of was, I can't believe this. This just can't be real.