Layla Twist

Chp. 2 Helpless

Running into the trees was my only chance with the 3 gaining wolfs behind me.

Weaving through trees, I brush against the bark with my arm, feeling it tear up my thin sweater and skin. Biting my lip I push my body faster than I've ever done before trying to make it.

A howl rings out behind me, causing the tears to finally spill over the edge, making my vision blurry.

I ignore the branches that grip my clothes and whip at my face.

The wolves howled into the night piercing the air and causing my ears to ring. They were gaining on me.

Running straight toward a tree I run a few steps up the trunk as the wolves weave through the last few trees between us. Reaching my hands out I use my momentum to jump off the trunk and swing on a branch from the tree behind.

The wolves skid to a stop snapping towards me once again seeing me in the tree.

I brace the branch and pull myself up, reaching for the next. Looking back I can see them lunging towards me.

"F**k!"

Feeling a new strength pushing me I quickly pull myself as high as I could reach. A set of jaws snapped near my foot, just barely not getting me. Grabbing the next branch I try to pull myself up when a pain shoots through my right leg.

My body being tugged down I grip to the tree. With my left leg wrapped on a branch and right arm hooked on another I kept my body from going down more than a few inches.

Looking back I see the wolf has latched itself onto my ankle.

Meer seconds felt like minutes, the Wolf thrashed once causing a branch to snap right as a loud POP came from my right hip.

Screaming from the pain pulsing through my body, I grip the tree tighter.

As the wolfs body swing back towards the tree, it's head connects with the sharp stump left from the branch.

A yelp rings out as it's jaw lets go of my ankle.

Taking my shaking hands to climb again was only possible due to the adrenaline in my system.

Climbing wasnt easy, my right leg was a rag beneath me. Every time something was brushed against it, the pain caused me to gasp and bite my lip. Finding a thicker limb to staddle I carefully sit with my back against the tree.

One of the wolves had blood covering his head, no doubt the wolf who bit me. They couldn't reach me through the tangle and it was now evident it wasnt something they should risk.

I look over my body assessing the damage, I take off the rags that was my think sweater. My baby blue sports bra was showing signs of tearing on the strap. My black leggings are now tattered and covered in dirt and blood.

Pulling my leg up I see multiple deep punctures in my skin, blood freely flowing down my shoe.

Taking the rags I wrap my foot the best I can without moving my hip too much.

Pulling out my phone which was in a hidden pocket on the back of the leggings. Looking through my contacts I don't think to call the police, instead I go to Drake.

I don't know why I think he could help. I just knew I had to try.

The line ringing I feel my body start to catch up with the injuries it's sustained.

The sound of snapping and snarling caught my attention. Looking down as the phone went to voicemail, I see now two wolves and a n**e man who is climbing the tree in all his glory.

Where did he come from?

"Drake.... There are, wolves." I cry out loud unable to move my eyes off the man climbing towards me with a murderous look and a narly gash across his face. "What do I do?"

Never had did I think I would die like this, in a tree bloodied and bruised.

I don't move the phone from my ear, as the man reaches where I sat. "Please... I don't understand." I whisper not quite sure who I was talking to or if he even heard.

Even in the dark I see deep blue eyes glare at me as he lunges forward. Moving my arms to block I gag as he smells of sewage, worse than sewage, more like 3 years past expired milk. I could only fend him off since my leg was dislocated still. His arms were easily 2 × bigger than mine, his strength out matching me.

Before losing balance I feel his fingers grip my throat cutting off air. I gasp and try to grip his arms, dropping my phone in the process.

My head starts to throb, my vision dark and blurry.Digging my nails into his skin I to free myself.

No , A females voice calls in my head.

"No" I spit with my last breath, the last thing I see was his eyes darken to almost black, looking almost ashamed.

Was I mistaken?