The days dragged on, one after another, not meaning anything to me anymore… I mean why would they? I was only some dumb person who had a shitty childhood and then turned into a freakishly huge wolf, yeah talk about fucked up. I prowled the woods behind my father and step-mother's house, watching them, making sure they were okay, I couldn't bring myself to leave…
I woke up that morning with a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, it was my birthday. I was fourteen… huh, who would have thought I would be spending my fourteenth birthday in a forest as a wolf. I let a huff of air out of my lungs, stood, stretched and let out a squeaky whine. I scented the air and found the air lingering with the scent of dad's car. I followed the scent at a jog, knowing that I would catch up in no time at all. Soon enough I was running beside the car from the cover of the forest, watching as the twins and William looked out the window as Dad and Leah talked. I wasn't even out of breath keeping up with the truck that was easily going 100ks, that made me smile and let out a jovial yip.
I quietened down when I heard the squeal of rubber coming from up ahead, I put on a burst of speed to see what that was about. People say time slows down until it's like everything else is in slow motion and you are the only one that can move, well they lied. It is the complete opposite, time speeds up and you have about one second to make a decision, now that is the truth. I heard on the news one time Michelle Obama once say 'You can't make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen.'
So here I was watching the scene unfold in front of me and I was faced with a decision; Do I watch this happen and live with myself knowing I might have been able to do something or do I intervene? So with a clear mine and only a hint of fear I leapt towards the two vehicles…
The squeal of brakes followed by the screech of metal and the blinding pain that went ripping though should brought a howl of pain out of me but I stood my ground, acting as a buffer between the two vehicles. The original vehicle that caused the accident flipped over three times before I stopped on its roof. I gave a brief look into dad's car to see him and Leah gaping at me and the kids looking shocked. They were okay, I limped over to the car that was on its roof and crawled closer on my belly so I could get a look at the person inside. I sniffed and felt my ears quiver, he was alive but unconscious and he just smelt… sick. It hit me then that… he stuck of death, he may not be dead now but he would be soon. It was kind of like expired milk except a little different, his heart beat was slow and sluggish and uneven.
I wriggled backwards and stood with blinding pain in my shoulders and ribs, my whole body ached. I limped off the road and up the slight hill that was just before the closure of trees, I tipped my head back, lifted my front right paw and let a howl rip from my muzzle before I limped further into the tree line. I heard the police cars and the wail of ambulance sirens; I reached my spot in the forest that I could see the house and laid down with a yelp and whine of pain. I waited for dad's family to come back home…
I must have dozed off because I woke with the crunching of the gravel and the dull roar of dad's truck. I was surprised when I rolled over without much pain… hardly any at all actually. I rose and sat back on my haunches, watching as they walked inside looking tired as hell. Dad paused at the door momentarily and looked out at the forest with a tortured look on his face. Without knowing he locked eyes on me for a few seconds before turning and walking inside, sighing as he did…