Chapter Two
When we got into the forest, the wolf still didn't stop until we were well deep inside it. It looked as if he was trying to hide us or protect us from something.
I slid off and fell on the floor. I ignored the stinging pain from my behind and checked to see if my mom was okay. I never really paid attention to her face and body to see how bad the damage was until now, since I couldn't see through the smoke very well. I gasped at what I saw. My mom looked horrible. Half of her face was burned and black. Her skin looked ashen, and in some parts was raw and red, with blood oozing from them.
"Mom, are you okay?" I gasped.
My mom silently nodded. She staggered on the floor, gasping hard for breath. She lied down. She closed her eyes. I rushed to her side, trying to help her up. The wolf watched us from several feet away, looking at us with concern, as if it knew my mom was hurt. It came forward silently, its paws thudding silently on the pine needles beneath its paws.
"Mom," I said, shaking her gently. "Mom." Tears formed into my eyes, streaking down my face. But all the same, I knew that I couldn't get her to the paramedics. It was too late. We wouldn't make it.
"Diane." I jolted with a start and looked behind me. The wolf was no longer there, and instead a boy was standing right beside me, with sandy hair flying in the wind. His blue-green eyes bored down into mine.
"Diane," he repeated, crouching down and taking my hand. "She's gone," he whispered, and I couldn't take it anymore. I burst into tears and I sobbed uncontrollably. I didn't care if he was watching. I didn't care if anybody watched. My mom was dead. There was nothing I could do. The house was destroyed. I had nowhere to live. I had no family. I was an orphan.
I didn't know how long I was crying, but soon I saw the sun beginning to set. The mysterious boy was with me the whole time, looking at me. He was silent the whole time, but as the sun began to set, he got up and looked into the opposite direction of where we came from. "It's time to go," he said solemnly. Then he turned around and looked at me. "But first let's bury her."
"How?" I choked out. "We don't have a shovel."
"Where there's a will, there's a way," he said, and right before my eyes he changed. My eyes widened as I once again saw the sandy colored wolf standing in front of me. He nodded at me and padded forward to the spot where my mom was laying. He took a huge paw and scooped a huge amount of dirt. He did it over and over, and in five minutes, there was a huge hole big enough for a body.
He looked up at me, and the next thing I knew, I was helping him to lift my mom gently and put her in the grave. He covered her up, until only her face was left.
I bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "Rest in peace, Mom," I whispered. I took a handful of dirt and sprinkled it on her face until nothing was left. A tear gently came down and landed on the spot where her face was. Amazingly, right in the spot where my tear landed, a beautiful purple iris grew in its place. I drew back, and before I knew it, I realized that every tear I shed, a flower grew in its place. I looked up to see a whole maze of flowers around us.
"Let's go." I looked up and I saw the boy again.
"What just happened?" I asked. Then I paused and remembered to ask, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
"My name is Jason," he said. "And you are the Silver Werewolf."
I looked around me, dazed. It seemed as if the trees were whispering it to me over and over. You are the Silver Werewolf. You are the Silver Werewolf.
It was too much. My eyes started to flutter, and then I blacked out completely. But the echo of the whispers didn't die out. You are the Silver Werewolf.
