Rider’s Pack

“Where am I?” Ryder asked,” why is no one coming back?” A cool autumn breeze blows by giving Ryder a cool chill as autumn was coming close. Ryder is 12 yrs old, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. His slim build made him easily get cold and the breeze wasn’t helping. Having never been in the forest, let alone, Ryder was told to stay out and not leave the tree. Patiently he waited and watched for anyone to come back. Later afternoon came to early evening and soon the sun started to set. “Where are you? Mom? Dad? Anyone?” Ryder calls out.  A rustle from some crisp leaves come closer, and a low growl almost soothing can be heard.  “Come here” it says.  “Who are you? Can you take me home?” Ryder hesitantly asked, knowing better then to listen to a stranger.  A white wolf appears from the forest and softly whispers to him, “please do not be startled, I don’t wish to hurt or scare you.” Ryder screams out and throws a rock at it, “get out of here!” Scared and alone he can’t run nor move and is frozen in his spot. “Don’t eat me, I won’t taste good, I promise.”  “My friend, no need to be afraid, my name is Asher.” She replies.  Softening up alittle, Ryder eases some tension and looks at her, “how can I be talking to you? How is this possible?”  Asher lowers her head softly and takes a small step forward, “I’m a werewolf. Your parents aren’t coming back, they have left you behind” Ryder looks at her and yells, “your lying! They will come bask and I have to wait for them to return!” Unsure what todo or think, Ryder puts his guard up and watches Asher closely unsure what to believe. Asher lay down and quietly watches Ryder, as to protect him. An hour goes by and soon the cool autumn air sets in causing Ryder to get a chill and shiver some more.  “Please if you come with me, you can warm up and get out of this cold weather” Asher says softly, “we will feed you and house you. Perhaps join our pack?” Ryder thinks for a little, before a cold breeze makes the decision for him. “I-Ill come with you.” Asher smiles softly and looks at him, “hop on and hold on tight.” Hesitantly Ryder mounts up onto Ashers back and she runs back home with him securely holding on.