The fog cleared a little and it became clear the other silhouettes by its side were also wolves. This was a pack and it was nighttime. I waited for the wolves to notice me, smell me or hear my heavy breathing from below but they all seemed focused on each other. Their eyes stared at each other and created an invisible, unbreakable connection I could feel in the air. It was silent. At first I wondered whether the wolves were communicating. That the human's ears were to low to hear their silent whispers in wolf speak. I studied them and imagined them talking. One would speak out and one would reply. Then it hit me. What if they weren't wolves at all? The bear sized paws and abnormal sized bodies. And those soft eyes. What if they were human?

Maybe I was imagining things. Werewolves? The air must have got to my head. The myths of the horrible man sized wolf people that roamed the full moonlight hunting us was only a fairytale. Unless these were different. More peaceful. My mind wishes they were but my reality half leans towards them being regular hungry wolves. I had to get a little closer, just to be sure.

I began tiptoeing quietly towards the bottom of the cliff – careful not to step on any twigs which could give away my position. All the while my heart was in my throat. Was I in the right mind? Shouldn't I be running from them? I searched the beach with eyes like radars searching for danger although it only seemed on the cliff.

The closer I got; the faster I ran and now I was an unstoppable steam train. I knew I was going to fall at one point but I had to get a closer look and quick. I spoke to soon. My foot got caught on an outgrown root and I couldn't stop the fall. I went flying towards a tree. I waited for the tree impact but surprisingly it never came. I opened my eyes slowly – hoping this was a dream and he was there to save me – but I was lying on the floor; behind me heavy panting. I wasn't alone.

I turned slowly to find one of the wolves from the cliff leaning against the tree trying to get its breath back. I stood up and began to back away rubbing my eyes. The brown shabby wolf just looked at me funny; like I was the fool. Why didn't I hit the tree? Was this some sick nightmare? No happy ending. Instead I get mauled by a wolf? The wolf bowed its head looking disappointed at my reaction. I held my hand out while alarm bells rang in my head. I let my hand hold there and after a few minutes, the wolf crouched down and began shuffling towards me, like a dog doing a trick. He was at my hand in a few seconds – it wouldn't take long for a wolf his size. I stroked his long, hot nose. He sniffed and I pulled my hand back. The wolf stared for a few more moments, gave a teethy dog grin and leapt into the forest.

I looked to wear it had gone and not a leaf was disturbed. I looked behind me, my footprints increased in length on the sand, right up until the root where they disappeared and reappeared a few feet away. Yet when I looked at the forest edge, no footprints. It was like he was never there; a part of the forest. I turned around and followed the print path back to my truck. The sky was a black blanket, stretching over the earth. It was lined with twinkling lights and occasionally, one fled across the sky like a spark.

Now that the wolf was gone, I felt strangely lonely. My breathing seemed loud and made me feel lost. The wind picked up as I opened the truck door and sat on the cold familiar seats. I started the engine which roared in response. I took one last look at the forest edge, hoping to savor the moment just a little longer. Beep beep; a text. ''hey Bella, Charlie is at my house watching the game; he said come over for a while. I think he wants you to make dinner. Jacob x''. I flipped my phone shut. I turned the truck around and started down the road, leaving the wolves and the scenery behind me.