Episode 2 - Life in Wolves Creek
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Life in Wolves Creek was too quiet. For a socialite like me, I couldn't sit still. I needed to experience freedom without being caged in by the memories of the past. They would never find me. I had made sure of that. It was self-defense. He had brought out the gun first. I pacified myself daily. I got myself a fancy apartment, paid cash and furnished with the best furniture. Wolves Creek had such a thriving woodworking culture. And I loved it. The smell of peace.
The town was peaceful, too peaceful. I was a judge, I knew there was no way a Wolf's territory would be so peaceful without many, many skirmishes and shady things going on.
Wolves Creek was perfect to the point of suspicion and this was my judge's instinct speaking.
The neighbours were kind people. They flocked to me as I moved in. My first night, an elderly woman had come knocking with baked pies. She introduced herself as Ms Cathy.
Ms Cathy was retired. She had worked as a judicial clerk. She had noticed me wearing a judge's robe in a portrait I hung on the wall of my living room.
“There is an open position at the Federal Wolves Creek Court. We don't get many cases, yet even the ones we do get don't have enough judges to rule them,“ she gossiped.
I succumbed. I was here to stay, for a long time. I needed a source of income. I visited the court the next day, and after I was appraised and interviewed, I was hired.
My job at the court began days after and it was a boring affair. There was hardly any crime committed on this island. I basically sat in court day in, day out, settling domestic quarrels. The days went by without any excitement to them.
I had escaped from a life of misery, I didn't want to live in any kind of misery anymore. I took up a part-time job as a cook at a local restaurant, Randle's Dinner.
My boss, Randle was an annoying gnat. Although he awarded me my respect as a judge, he never failed to hint at his title.
It didn't take much time for love interests to begin pouring in from all corners, the most serious of them was the Sheriff, Brandon. A thirty-two-year-old wolf who had obviously never been told no.
I had been taking a mini break when he walked into the restaurant. One of the waiters came to call me at his request.
I ignored him. I didn't want to mess with men so soon after Alpha Kale. The Sheriff was a domineering and controlling Alpha. I didn't want a toxic relationship. Immediately after my shift ended, I headed to the parking lot.
He began tailing me as he walked up to my rented car.
“You can't avoid me forever. I only want to be your friend. You need a companion or let me say, I am curious to know your story” I could see the light dancing in his eyes, his wolf howling for attention.
I shook my head. “I do not need a companion."
Sheriff Brandon shook his head: “What woman does not need one? A woman can't live by herself. She needs a man to complete her”
I was saved from answering his stupid point of view by the sound of thunder in the sky. The lightning spark flashed across the sky, jolting him away from me.
Coward, I thought, but that gave me an opportunity to take flight. I entered my car and drove off.
I was suddenly drawn back to the years of withstanding abuse from Alpha Kale. I unintentionally accelerated the car, and drove myself straight to the edge of the cliff, right to the mouth of the thick forest that seemed to surround Wolves’ Creek.
That was when I came back to my senses. I needed to get myself in order. I cried to my heart content in the car seat. The burden of it all dawning on me. The chill from the Wolves Creek mountains shaking me to the core.
The wind howled, hmmm. Or was it the wind?
The feeling of the earth giving way from under the car, shook me to consciousness. The trees gave way as my car plunged into its midst. It got caught in between some trees but it soon gave way and I landed bottom first onto the forest floor.
My eyes hazed over. I could hear parts of the car falling off, clanking to the floor. I tried to open the door in vain.
Blood poured from my forehead from where I hit the car door.
Even my hands bled and my movements sluggish.
I gave up on trying to come out via the car door. I pushed out the windscreen and crawled out.
I couldn't die like this I thought. I had live my life. I tried hard to hold on to consciousness, but the howling wind settled on me, my eyelids slid shut as I fell into the abyss.
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