I looked below me, watching the rain hit the creek. I stood on the bridge, drenched to the bone in my dark hoodie. Alone; that's how it's been for years. The creek looked like tiny river rapids, splashing hungrily, like my father trying to swim. Three months since I left them. It was for their own good.
My family adopted me a few years ago. They said they had found me in the creek, the very one raging below my feet. Life was good, until I found my deepest, darkest secret; one that destroyed my town life. I am a wolf.
It was a dark day. Not dark as in sad or hurtful, but dark as in stormy but it was only showering lightly. I had come across a field of flowers, bright against the gloomy skies. There I smelled a new kind of flower, and I knew it wasn't any of the flowers in the bouquet shop. White, pure, and vibrant stood the little bud. In my presence it began to bloom, the rain stopped, and the clouds parted to reveal the night sky. A bright glowing orb hung in the sky, the moon, as if it and the flower bud were exchanging greetings. Less than five minutes passed and the flower opened completely, and a wave of smells crashed into me. I could hear things clearer, and the world seemed to light up. I put my nose against the soft flower, and somehow I knew I had to find a certain place, filled with these flowers. There I stood, a pure black wolf next to a pure white flower.
I faced the way I came; knowing somewhere back there my old family would be sitting down for dinner. Then I looked the way I was heading, a city loomed in the distance. Something told me to go there. Something was in that city. Something related to that pretty white flower that wilted in my paws.
