To scared to love

          The wind blowing up my hair just let this sensation better, if possible. I could feel the air in my lungs cold as the breeze could be felt in my face and I could scent all that was happening at the same time that I was lost somewhere deep within me, as the peace took over.            This is what freedom feels like, riding Power, my horse. Just me and him, galloping through the forest and hearing nothing but the birds singing and the calming noise of his legs touching the ground. I could do this all day if I wanted but unfortunately I couldn’t.             We used to do this all the time and today wasn’t different, until I smelled something. We weren’t alone. I’d like to say that it was a harmless dear, but I could smell a wolf. Suddenly all the peace I felt was over as soon as Power started to jump, scared of what was surrounding us.           — It’s ok Power, we’re fine - I said calmly as I tried to move him towards our house.           We were both scared, this forest ir near the ends of the pack’s territory and it could possibly be a rogue. As I rushed to get out of here, my wolf Ember was struggling not to come out, since we had to take care of Power. Ember was strangely excited about this but I had to focus on leaving as soon as possible before anything.  Ember: I feel something strange Willow, this is not normal... I know, I feel it too, but we have to get out of here. Ember: if only...           And then, it hit me. This smell, I knew what was it, and what it meant. I could feel him getting closer but fortunately Power was fast as f**k. I could hear  Ember telling me to stay in the back of my mind, and I had to force myself to cut her off before she took control and did something I was definitely going to regret. Power was running for a few minutes now and I think we probably are safe now, though I don’t stop running until we reach home. I get Power to his stable and run not to be late for lunch, which my father would most likely kill me if I did. To avoid any discussions, I enter through the kitchens door, but failing instantly as I ser my mom standing right there           —You are late Willow, as always. - my mom says it just like she was used to it yet was upset and mad at that fact           —Oh c’mom I am not late. Lunch is not even ready. You always say that.           —I’d take care with the words you talk to your mother, young lady. - my dad broke into the kitchen and I regret saying that immediately. It may maybe sound dramatic, but my parents are just... harsh sometimes. I can easily remember the day dad beat me just because I forgot to do the dishes.           —Sorry dad, it won’t happen again.           —It better don’t. Now let’s eat shall we?           Bipolarity seems to be a thing in this family. They could want to kill me and the next second take me shopping. But my parents are the type that you should always be careful with, if you don’t wanna end up with a black eye and some bruises. Don’t get they wrong, they love me.. I think, at least, that’s what they always say when I do something wrong and they have to “punish” me.           I usually don’t talk much during lunch, but this time, I was mute. My mind was still in that moment earlier when that wolf was chasing us. Just as Ember, I knew exactly who he was: our mate. I knew this one day would happen, but I wasn’t ready for this. I don’t want someone who will be possessive and won’t let me do the things I want, just like my parents. I told myself that when I did 18, I would finally move away from this house, known as hell. But now, with a mate looking for me out there... I was dead.