The Right Girl

SIX

AUDREY

 More f*****g wolves! How is this s**t happening to me? Clearly I died and this is a dream. Yep, I never came here, I did die in that lake and this is my punishment for being such a s**t teenager! Great work Audrey! 

A man replaces the wolf that walked off into the bushes. His hair is a darker shade of blonde, with small speckles of grey. His olive skin shines in the sunlight and his eyes are the same honey color as mine. Weird. I haven't ever met anyone with similar colored eyes before, I actually thought my family was quiet unique with their warm honey colored eyes. Eventually he offers me a hand.

“Come with me, let us talk it over.” It doesn’t sound friendly, more menacing than anything. I do however; feel as though I don’t have a choice. It is follow the mysterious man, or spend a night alone in the woods.  He doesn’t wait for my answer; instead he turns and begins walking further into the dense woodlands. I stand stunned for a moment, before I quickly race to follow behind him. I watch his back as we walk for what seems like forever, I am impressed at his resilience, this guys stamps on twigs like they aren’t even there. No shoes, just smash, gone, continue on. The sun is getting lower in the sky and the temperature is dropping, my body aches all of the pressure and stress of the day building on me. I debate with myself, do I ask him how much longer, or should I just shut it? I really can’t afford to be pissing this man off. He really is the only hope I have at surviving. I have no clue where we are, I am not keen on trying to find my way back to wolfy cult town either.

The further we trudge into the woods, the more I find myself losing hope of coming across some kind of normality. A shopping centre or fuel station would be perfect examples of what I want to see right now! I decide it’s now or never. I can’t walk another step!

“Are we there yet?” I breathe out. Exhaustion has taken most of my breath away. He either doesn’t hear me, or he is ignoring my question. He keeps moving forward and I am falling behind.

“HEY! I asked if we are there yet!” I force out with more confidence and instantly regret it. He freezes in place and swings around to face me, his mouth in a tight line, the creases on his forehead deepening as he glares into my eyes.

“ Yes, I am aware you spoke. I just chose to ignore it. We will get there WHEN we get there. Shut up. Move.” He spat.

I continue to lumber along, wishing this painful day would be over. Then it hits me, it’s a dream! I clearly died when I fell into that late or I am in a coma and this, all of this NEVER happened. A sudden gust of wind breaks me from my trance and I realize, it is real and I am here. You can’t feel cold like that in a dream. Deflated, I look up and notice a small log cabin, neat and tidy sitting by a quiet little stream. It really was a picturesque sight and had I not been so highly strung up on the events of today. Thinking of today, my stomach rumbled, loudly. I hadn’t gotten breakfast or anything since the beginning of this stupid day!

JOHN

The walk is in complete silence. I enjoy the feeling and sound of the twigs breaking beneath my feet. I start to fantasize about how this whole scenario is going to pan out. What to do, what to do…So many possibilities floating around. Then I hear it, her whiny voice rings in my ears. I choose to ignore it. If I don’t acknowledge the child, it won’t talk again… Hopefully! I continue on, everything takes so much longer in my human form, but I refuse to let the child ride me like some kind of horse, so this is how it has to be done. I hear her suck in a breath, f*****g great; it’s going to talk again. I spin around to face the annoyance behind me, my teeth clenched, my eyes burn into hers.

“Yes, I am aware you spoke. I just chose to ignore it. We will get there WHEN we get there. Shut up. Move.” I grit out. I am not a patient man, but this girl has me at the end of my rope with only two sentences. I continue on, there really isn’t much further to go. I can hear the gentle gargle of the stream, signaling we are very close indeed. A cold wind whips past as we enter the clearing. There it is my home standing proud right ahead. I gently open the rustic wooden door, and gesture for my newly acquired annoyance to enter. She gingerly enters and stands smack bang in the door way. It would seem common sense skipped this kid. I place my gently on the middle of her back and nudge her forward, she jumps and lets out a little yelp.  She turns to face me; the last shreds of light from the window expose her terror. I suppose, I have not done much to instill any confidence in her. Her eyes dart around, taking in her surroundings, I notice the small Goosebumps forming on her arms and I can’t help but wonder if fear or cold are the culprit.

I crouch down, bundling wood into the small fire place. This time of the day can get rather uncomfortable if you are left to brave the elements. It doesn’t take long for the fire to take hold and begin raging, radiating heat throughout the living area. I notice her relax a little, her muscles not so tenses her arms not hold each other quiet as tightly.

“Take a seat.” I point at the green couch placed in front of the fire. She stares at me uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

“ Or don’t, just stand there all night then.” I add casually with a hint of sarcasm.

She scurries over and plops herself into one of the side seats hugging into the arm rest. She didn’t look relaxed, yet she didn’t look as uncomfortable as before.

“Are you hungry?” My voice is softer now; this is probably a big shock for her. The big bad Alpha’s little granddaughter, having to do something she didn’t want. I can only imagine she hasn’t had a hard day in her life.

She nodded, seemingly too scared to voice her opinion again. Not that I mind this outcome.

The smell of warm chicken soup fills the cabin, and I can hear her sniffing the air. I thrust the bowl into her hands and position myself on the other end of the couch. I notice she pushes herself against the edge even more. Not that it makes a difference, she couldn’t move over any further if she tried. She takes a mouth full and I head the small moan escape her lips. She is right to feel like that. No one makes chicken soup like my mum. Thinking of my mum sends a wave of nervousness through me. The woman is currently off running errands in the closest town, usually this sees her gone for a few days. Giving me time to sort out where I want this to go. The opportunity was too perfect to let slip through my finger. Now, I need to work out a plan and fast. My mum has never been big on revenge. “Live and let live, John.” She would always sooth while ruffling my hair. Then she would return to her cooking, humming songs along with the radio. The fond memories cause a smile to creep to my lips. This woman has suffered undoubtedly but she still tries as she will to see the best in everyone. I hope this decision is one she will support me on, because I can’t see how it will work if she isn’t onboard