Chapter 6

I ready for them, ready for a fight, to the death if need be. A new surge of random courage overwhelmed me, as if Joya had gone on a much needed vacation, and all that was left was wolf.

I watched as the animal I had become leaped at least four feet in the air and landed behind the large grey male and hacked at its hind legs. As quick as lightning he turned, hackles still raised, ears pinned to his thick canine skull. He glanced sideways at the brown male, as if seeking approval. The larger one, the dominant one did nothing, just sat there, unmoved at my actions. The grey wolf whined and glanced again at his leader, he didn't fight back, but I knew he wanted too. I took this as weakness and still not in control of my own body lunged at him, clawing at his eyes and snapping at his throat. Turns out what I took as weakness, was actually quite strong. And he in one swift swipe knocked me to the cold, hard ground, leaving four deep scratches (more like canals) running from my eye down to my chest as a souvenir. I was momentarily blind, my vision slowly growing dark as I saw the two wolves standing over me and then dashing away at the sound of a gun shot. I closed my eyes not having the energy to keep them open, and awaited death.

I could feel my warm blood running down my jaw, my neck, my chest. I could feel the cold winter air rushing over my gaping wounds and settling in to my bones; as if it to was tired of the cold and wanted to hibernate until spring. I wasn't going to live until spring, I was going to die down now, right here, in this clearing, on the frozen grass, with nothing to say for myself.

Well, maybe attacking those wolves was a stupid idea....

You told me to growl!

We didn't tell you to turn into some rabid beast and attack them!

Yes, Joya what ever happen to self control?

Now look at you! Lying on this disgusting grass, with all your guts spilling out, in the presence of a gentle man!

What? A man, where?

I suddenly remembered the gun shot and tried to lift my head to look around, but a shooting pain stopped me in my tracks. I trashed my four legs, scrambling to get away from my invisible threat. Again that shooting pain in my chest paralyzed me and I fell limp back on the frozen ground.

He shot me! I've been shot!

But I couldn't remember feeling the force of the speeding bullet puncture my chest. All I remembered was the wolves standing over me. Their black eyes staring into my own topaz, tear glazed eyes.

He didn't shoot you idiot! he was tri-

He was trying to help you but-

I'm telling the story!

You don't know what you're talking about!

What do you know!

Can someone please tell me what happened to me, preferably not you two. I closed my eyes at the pain surging through my skull.

I'll tell you what happened. Hmmm, where to start. Oh, yes here we go....

Joya had fallen to blow of a superior wolf with rippling muscles and razor sharp teeth and claws. They left her wounded, blood spilling from a giant wound that run from her left eye down to the middle of her chest. They fled from the scene, like two cowardly criminals hearing blaring police syrians nearing them. But it wasn't because of syrians that they fled, but the sound of a gun shot ringing in their ears. As quick as lightning, they were gone leaving no footprints, no evidence of their presence except their wounded victim, whoes breathing was shallow and slowly growing more weak by the second.

We watched from Joya's minds eye as a young native man appeared in the clearing, with a hunting riffle in hand. His breathing was heavy and his muscles taunt as he scanned the clearing. He looked about 18, with a tall slender build, long shaggy hair, sun kissed skin, and innocent black eyes. He stopped searching at the sight of Joya lying lifelessly on the ground and the blood covering the frozen grass. The sight of a giant wounded brown wolf must have startled him for he dropped his riffle and cautiously approached her. He was about a foot away from her when she raised her head and started thrashing her legs about. He was surprised, thinking she was dead and fell down, scrambling backwards to the security of his hunting riffle. She rose onto her haunches then fell back down onto the blood stained grass and didn't stir. His chest was heaving with fear and beads of sweat ran down his cheek and along his strong jaw. He didn't move for several minuets and neither did Joya. Slightly reassured he slowly rose to his feat clutching his weapon, as if it alone could protect him from the danger just a few feet away from him. He took a shaky step towards her, left foot raised to take another step, hesitating at the thought that she might leap up and eat him at any moment. But she didn't stir. Two more steps, he stopped waited for a few long seconds, then took the remaining steps to her side. He removed the leather bag strapped to his back and opened it, frantically digging for some much needed item. His hand remerged with a roll of white cloth bandages. He started to dress her wounds cautiously placing the cloth over her thick blood covered brown fur. After he had dressed her last wound he put the roll of bandages back in his leather bag and slowly rose to leave. He is now making his way out of the clearing.

Confused i opened my eyes and looked down at my chest where my gaping wound should be. In its place were blood soaked bandages. I closed my eyes. Death wasn't coming for me after all.