The warm summer breeze and the feel of the soft summer grass under my bare feet as I walked through the woods close to home. I knew my parents wouldn't like me being in the woods by myself, they are always so strict saying the woods are a dangerous place and that I must never go there. I don't understand why, there was nothing in the woods that would hurt and even if something did try I have a very large friend who will protect me… He will always protect me… Where is he?
The heavy sound of muffled feet are close by as I now stand still. Jumping over a large bush that is just in front of me. Now standing before me is a nearly six foot tall white wolf with black marks on the eyes and black streak going down it's back to the tip of it's tail. Blazing bright sapphire eyes stare down at me. I smile at the wolf.
"About time you come and find me …"
The wolf moved closer to me and sniffs my hair, just as it finishes, the wolf looks behind me. It's fur bristling and hackles raised. Just as I look back…..
I wake with a start…. Breathing heavily as I sit up in bed. I hate my dreams….. They are always about the same wolf and I can't seem to finish the dream…..Ever. I look at the small rectangular digital alarm clock that sat on my dark wood bed-side table. Three thirty in the morning and I still needed two and half hours of sleep before I got up. However with that dream still on my mind, there is no way I'm going back to sleep.
Everytime in my dreams when I'm so close to saying the wolf's name I can't. It's so frustrating. I look out the window, the night sky was still dark enough for me to go out and walk around before I had to deal with the "Family Meeting". Over the years my whole family had started to come over more and more and started to have meetings in the morning. Everyone worked in the Family Business which I knew but didn't care about. I didn't want to be part of my family for the most part but well you can't choose your family.
I got to my feet and quickly made my way to my closet. I didn't feel like dressing in my school uniform and I could careless if the principal called my mom and dad about me dressing against the code. I picked out a tight fitting low cut v neck black top and a pair of my favorite dark wash ripped tight fitting jeans and my easy slip on black flats. I grabbed my shoulder book bag and left my more than bare room. No One was up which I was very thankful for, they would tell me to go back to bed if they saw me right now. I quickly and silently slipped down stairs and into the large cream marble walled and floored kitchen. The deep cream marble counter tops were polished to perfection just like the walls and floors.
A small bowl with fruit in it was the mission I had in mind. I moved quietly to the bowl and picked up two apples. I headed out the door and I'm now walking down the street away from home. The fresh cold autumn air is crisp and cold. The lights of the city are dimmed and there's hardly anyone out on the streets. The occasional drunken man or woman passing by or the late night partiers. Just as I was rounding a corner I ran into something very hard.
I sat on my butt and looked up at a tall dark skinned man with dark brown hair. His eyes are glazed over from drinking, the smell of alcohol clear on him.
"Well what do we have here?" his words slurred some.
My blood runs cold and drains from my face as the man takes a step towards me.