The Attack

Samantha

They came out of nowhere. They pulled at me, biting my legs, ripping my jeans to shreds until I finally fell onto the snowy ground beneath me. It happened so fast, by the time I realized I should be panicking, they'd dragged me into the woods where no one could hear me scream.

They kept tearing at my clothing, at my skin, desperately. The wolves stood over me, beautiful, majestic creatures craving my flesh. I closed my eyes. I tried to prepare for the end.

A cold, wet nose brushed my face.

My eyes flew open, shuddering, holding back the urge to scream, knowing it'd be useless. That's when I saw them. The eyes of the wolf.

They were... they were...

But it didn't matter what they were. It mattered what they weren't.

They weren't yellow.

I knew not all wolves had yellow eyes - Mr Burke had spoken about it briefly in biology class just a few weeks before;

"Wolf eye colour ranges from pale yellow to brown, and can be any shade of yellow, gold, amber, brown, or hazel that you can imagine. They can also be green. Wolves do not have blue eyes."

"Wolves do not have blue eyes."

His words ran through my mind, clearly. I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again, trying to convince myself I wasn't going crazy.

The wolf...

His eyes were a brilliant blue. Like staring into an ocean.

Human eyes.

I think that's when I fainted.

Ethan

She was walking to the store that day. We'd watched as her mother handed her the money and a list just a little while earlier. We'd stalked her. We watched her striding down the street, head held high, clutching her large fluffy coat to stop from shivering. She must have been around ten ears old - my age. She was a normal little girl. She looked happy, even. Like she had a perfect life.

Until the wolves attacked.

We didn't care. We were hungry. We were desperate. Our wolf minds didn't think this wrong in any way as our human ones might - we needed food, and we'd found something edible, something warm and delicious.

It suddenly occured to me I was high enough in the pack that I could have stopped them. I didn't want to.

I watched them rip through her coat, her jeans, her pretty little pink blouse. I didn't stop them.

I watched them tear and rip at her skin. I didn't stop them.

I watched them lip up the blood running from the cuts all over her body. I watched them prepare to devour her. Still, I didn't stop them.

Then her eyes opened. They were beautiful - green like emeralds, shimmering against the background of pure white snow around her. She stared into my eyes, unblinking. She looked shocked, but peaceful.

And that's when I stopped them.

Author's Note

please tell me what you think :) it's the first thing I've ever written and it took... a while :/

Reviews

[Sarahthirk]

Very creative. Big twist. Reminds me of the wolf-like things in The Hunger Games. I like it a lot. I hope you add more to this!