Chapter One
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As I'm preparing to let myself fall, let myself be free from the pain, the heartache, I feel as though I'm being watched.
I turn around and look towards the woods edge, but can't see anything. Maybe this is how its supposed to feel when its the end. The last judgement.
Turning my back to the woods, once again I look out into the horizon, listening to the waves calling me, serenading me, letting me know everything will be okay.
The tears have stopped, the stinging has faded, I look at the moon and close my eyes, breathing slowly as I mentally say my goodbyes to the world. I feel at peace.
I open my eyes, spread my arms wide, but just as I'm about to fly, I hear my name, so quiet, barely a whisper.
I don't even turn around, just shake my head and tell myself that I'm imagining it, it's not real, its just the wind.
Without opening my eyes, I edge towards the edge, I can feel my feet are starting to hang of.
Thats when I hear it, clear as day. A low growl coming from behind me.
Instinctively I turn my head, and making its way out of the dark woods is a wolf. A large wolf with dark grey, almost black fur, with blue eyes the colour of the night sea.
As I'm looking into his orbs, I'm overcome with a strange feeling, a sense of calm, familiarity. Its odd that I don't feel scared or threatened, until I notice more wolves appearing from the darkness.
I don't know what to do. Its as if their appearance has brought me back to the here and now, back to reality.
That's when I have a choice to make. I can either go out on my own terms or get eaten by a pack of wolves.
At that moment, it hits me like a ton of bricks, I have nothing left. All that I love has been taken from me. Everything. Its just me, all alone in this world.
With my decision made, I turn my head back towards the moon, stretch out my arms and close my eyes.
I start to lean forward, but don't feel what I expected. There was no wind crashing against my body, no feeling of weightlessness and certainly no splash as I delve into the sea below.
Thats when I got tugged and flung through the air, landing on the ground in front of the wolves. Terrified is an understatement.
I look up and in front of me was the familiar wolf, and strangely I feel safe.
If I'm going to die, not on my own terms may I add, then I'm going to go doing something I want to do. And at this moment in time, I want to stroke the wolf. Mad I know.
I reach out my hand, palm flat and stretch my arm towards his face, all as we both keep eye contact, his eyes mesmerising me.
He bows his head, almost as though he's giving me permission to touch him. "You are beautiful", I mutter.
But, a sharp growl pulls us from our trance like state and I snap my hand back. I turn towards the growl and know its time, I've pushed my luck too far. If I even have any luck left at this point.
Instead of feeling claws and teeth tearing through my skin, I'm nudged to a stand by a wet nose. With a kind of head nod, the wolf indicates towards the woods, and nudges me again, this time with his head.
I start to walk towards the woods, with him following behind and the other wolves in a semi circle formation.
Unanswered questions swirl through my mind on a loop. Why haven't they killed me? What do they want? Where are we going? Why does that wolf look so familiar? Why does it feel like we've met before?
I reach for the locket around my neck, gripping it with my fist and smile at what it holds inside. This action doesn't go unnoticed by the familiar one. It causes him to come by my side, his soft fur brushing against my hand. I can't help but stretch my fingers a little, the tips grazing his body. I'm sure I heard a purr type sound leave his body.
The memories come flooding back. The memories of a better time, a happier time and its all I could do to stop myself from breaking down there and then.
I need to focus, I need to find the strength, the energy for whatever might come my way.
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