The moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled in the night sky. It was clear now but the wind was already blowing in storm clouds. Soon it would begin to rain and then the citizens of Dakota City would be trapped indoors.
Music blared and lights lit up a new teen nightclub. A line of teenagers waited outside eagerly for their turn inside the hottest place around. Three girls left the club laughing gaily. They waved goodbye to the bouncer and started walking home. It was about 10:30 on Wednesday night.
The trio of girls were gossiping back and fourth as they walked down the street. Each girl was dressed in short mini skirts and a tube top. One girl was Asian, another African, and lastly a Caucasian. "Wasn't that the most fun you've ever had?" asked Taranee the African American girl.
"Totally. I loved dancing with Rick he's such a hotty. I still can't believe our parent's let us go can you?" Hay Lin, the Asian girl, asked her friends.
"No I don't. It was totally cool of them to let us walk home. Well I got to call my mom and let her know I'm on my way home. Bye you guys see you at school tomorrow!" Irma yelled at them as her two friends walked down one street leaving her alone at the entrance to the park.
Irma got out her cell and speed dialed her mom. "Hi Mom its me. Yes I'm coming home. No you don't have to pick me up I can get home bye myself. Mom I'm not seven years old stop worrying, nothing going to happen. I love you to Mom. See you in a few minuets bye!" Irma smiled and pocketed her phone and began taking a shortcut through the park to get home.
Just as Irma reached a particular dense grove of trees she got the feeling she was being watched. She turned around and no one was there. Shrugging it off as her imagination she kept walking, but a few minutes later she stopped again. Turning around quickly she glanced to her right then her left. "That's funny I could have sworn I heard something snap. Maybe there's a monster or get a grip Irma there's nothing out there. Concentrate on getting home." She whispered. She started walking home when all of sudden she heard a loud snap.
That wasn't her imagination. Something or someone was after her! The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She lifted a foot to take a step when crack! She took off running as fast as she could. She heard rustling in the trees and noises she couldn't identify. She had to go faster whatever was after her was almost on top of her. "I can't run in these platform shoes!" she thought kicking them off. She ran a bit farther before she stumbled to the ground. She picked herself up and stood still. The noises had stopped. Suddenly something fell out of the trees right in front of her!
She screamed loudly until she saw it was a harmless little dormouse. A dormouse! That was what had been scaring her. "I can't believe a little critter like you scared me so badly. I'm what fifteen and I'm acting like a two year old. Come here little guy. Come here." Irma said in soft voice. The little dormouse approached her cautiously. Suddenly it started hissing at her.
Irma drew back her hand. What had she done to make this sweet little animal hate her so quickly? Suddenly the dormouse arched his back and spat at her. "Why are you so angry with me little dormouse?" Irma asked. She reached out for the creature just as it took off. Puzzled she scratched her head just as a large shadow covered her. She turned around and screamed bloody murder.
Some huge monster was towering over here. Its fangs were dripping with blood. It drew back one meaty hand and hit in the side sending her flying. Irma staggered to her feet and yelled, "Help! Someone help me! I'm being attacked!" The creature yanked her by her hair squeezed her tight. "NO! Let me go! Someone help me!" Irma cried. Her purse fell to the ground covered in blood as the creature began to feast upon her while she was still alive! It roared in pleasure at tonight's successful hunt.
Across from the tree grove on the other side of the meadow two wolves watched the entire encounter happen. One wolf had a large black patch running down its backside while the other was entirely white except for its gray paws. The one with the patch whined and yipped. He tossed his head in the direction of the attack. He wanted to help. The white wolf bit him on the muzzle growling. Its tail held high it slunk away indicating the other one should follow suit. The patched wolf took one more look across the meadow before howling at the moon. Then he followed his companion into the night.