Color of your name

My feet were wet. 
 Maybe it was not the best thing to be focusing on right this moment seeing as there were many other things that should be having my full, undivided attention. Like the way my blood was roaring through my ears, the sound nearly deafening. Or maybe the way my lungs burned and the next breath became less and less guaranteed. Or maybe the fact that I was bleeding and tired and the only thing keeping my body surging forward at lighting pace was my adrenaline. Oh and I definitely thought the people currently chasing me were worth mentioning. It was raining and I passed soaking wet about a hundred feet ago when I raced passed the tree line and straight into unknown woods without a single clue as to what I was planning on doing next.
I didn’t even know what state I was in just that I was somewhere in North America, and had very determined wolves practically gnawing on my ass. I discovered them somewhere in Michigan, needless to say it had gone badly, and they had been chasing me for the last eight days. They finally caught up when my truck broke down in the mountains in the middle of the ass c***k of nowhere. I didn’t know where I was but I knew who I was running from. They had gotten in a few slashes before I managed a distraction big enough to buy me time to run. I could still smell the gasoline and smoke hanging in the air. May my beloved Berta rest in peace, and may my next truck not be as flammable. My muscles ached and I didn’t think it would be long before they gave out. Despite the cold rain and wind, my skin burned and I wondered what would happen first. Would I give in and fall? Just wait to have my throat slashed open? Or would they gain on me before I fell to the ground?
They meant to kill, I knew that, but I had been playing with death since I was a child, and winning. 
Maybe it was my turn to lose.
I fell to my knees roughly, hands sinking into the mud as I gasped for air. It was pointless I knew, soon there would be no need for breathing. I fell to my side and rolled onto my back. It was hard to see anything through the fat drops of rain but I managed to make out the tree tops.
 Bitterly, I wished I could see the stars one last time, and I tried to picture them in my mind and place them up in the sky between the dark clouds. It would have to be good enough. I struggled to come to terms with the fact that this was how it all ended, out of all the scary things that had been chasing me down over the years some random pack would be my demise. I almost laughed.

 I’m not sure how long I lay staring at the imaginary stars feeling every injury each time I tried to will my body to get up when I saw something that I was sure was a hallucination. The large wolf protected my face from the rain and I blinked up at it. It did not look familiar, like any of the wolves that had been on me for the past week, but I had mostly only seen them in human form each time they caught up to me and I barely escaped. It was beautiful. Large and gray and everything. For the briefest moment I thought that it was okay if he killed me, I would be fine with this creature taking my life. I wondered what my father had maybe done to him, if he had lost someone because of my family and I felt grief overwhelm me. I knew I couldn’t undo his sins but I felt like I could at least apologize for them.
“I’m sorry.” It pushed past my lips and dry throat and I thought it ironic that my mouth felt like a desert when the rest of me was almost drowning. The wolf nudged my cheek with his snout, before rearing it’s head back, and howling. My world collapsed and the stars blinked out.