8 - Sadie

 The sound was so familiar to me now, but this time, there was a slight difference. In this howl, all I could hear was sadness. A deep misery filled my mind, creeping up on me like a silent fog, and as the howl went on, I noticed more and more of the paralyzing sadness. You could hear the longing, the misery, and the desperation in that howl. I don't know how I heard it, but I just did. That howl had meaning. That howl was meant for me. I knew it. I thought that it would last as long as my normal goodbye howl I got, but he kept on howling and howling. Only stopping for breath. I slowly sank down to the floor, hugging my knees, staring at the forest.

 

In the back of my mind, a deep desire rose up, to run into the forest, just keep running, and not look back. I don't know why this urge came over me, but it did. It felt animalistic, it felt raw. And I felt like I had to obey. I could feel my feet itching to stand up and run, run towards my wolf. I could feel my leg muscles tensing, ready to sprint. I felt my whole body lean towards the forest, begging my mind to let it run, but I didn't. It was stupid! Its pitch black, and the grey wolf is still out there. And anyway, I couldn't just leave everything here. I turned away from the forest, and headed indoors, fighting every instinct that told me to run. I slowly shut the door behind me, which shut off the howling from my wolf. I didn't realize until the door clicked that I had been crying. Thick, salty tears had flowed down my face, soaking my top.

 

 

Just them, the doorbell rang. I jumped at the noise, something I normally wouldn't do. Huh. Guess I just have my guard up. I grabbed some change out of my wallet, and hurried to the door, my stomach rumbling at the arrival of food. I swung the door open, expecting to see tom, the delivery guy, standing there with a pizza box, and a huge grin on his face. Instead, I found myself staring at a complete stranger. The howling outside had stopped, luckily, so I could focus on this person standing at my doorstep. He was tall, taller than me, maybe 6 foot 3? He was muscular, which I could see easily enough, as he was wearing ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. He wasn't thickset though. He had lean muscles, so he was slender, but he looked strong. He had slightly tanned skin, and jet black hair. It was messy, but it suited him that way. Then I came to rest on his face.

 

 He had very prominent cheek bones, and an angled jaw, as if he was worried about something. Then I saw his eyes, and I stepped back, over the threshold of my house. They were ice blue, exactly like my wolfs eyes. I was never one to believe in myths and legends. I just wrote it all off as campfire tales. At least, I had. Until I saw this boy standing in front of me. It couldn't be him. It's impossible. This man can't be a wolf, and my wolf can't be a man. Those stories, legends about werewolves, and shape shifters, they were just that. Stories.

 

"Hi," oh my god that voice. It was like a deep rumble, enough to resonate within my bones. It was slightly husky, with a slightly seductive edge to it. I bit my lip to stop my jaw from dropping. He sounded exactly as I imagined my wolf to sound like. But even more shockingly, I had heard his voice before. In my dream. "Um, hi?" I didn't know what else to say. I had so many questions, but I knew that if I voiced them, he would think I was crazy, and he would run as far away as he could. I tried to avoid his eyes, cause if I stared into them, I knew I would blurt out what's on my mind. "Can I help you?" I asked. A little too late, as he walked past me into my house, and headed for the kitchen. 'Please, come on in' I thought. I was in too much shock to question his actions, so I. Just shut the door and followed him through. I found him sat on the kitchen side, his legs dangling off of the edge, and he was holding all of my drawings. Great. Now he knows I'm crazy. I saw him pick up one of my newest drawings; the white wolf sat on the edge of the forest, staring up at me, his ice blue eyes piercing through me. I had quickly sketched it then, when I had seen him, but later on I added detail and colour.

 

His fur shone off the page, every feature on him drawn to perfection. The trees shadowed the rest of his body, but his face was illuminated, his eyes were the colour of ice, with silver flickering through them. This was one of my favourite pictures. I had almost forgotten the boy in my kitchen until he coughed, and I snapped out of my daze. Looking up at him, I gained the courage to speak. "Who are you? And why are you sat in my kitchen?" I felt stupid speaking, but I had to know what this stranger was doing in my house. "Sadie..." He knew my name? "My name is Damien. I know this is weird for you, and I know you're scared, but I'm not gonna hurt you." "I'm not scared." My pride showed just then. I wasn't some fragile little girl; I was definitely not scared of this boy. "He grinned. “I know, I was just making sure.

Look, this is all really hard to explain, but I can show you, if you want.”

 I didn’t know what to say. I swallowed the lump that had built up in my throat and slightly nodded. He turned and walked towards the back door, leaving it open - an invitation for me to follow. The garden was illuminated by the moon's eery glow, lighting up the grass that Damien now stood on. He had shed his jacket and shoes, and his back was facing me as he walked to the middle of the yard. When his feet stopped he slowly turned around to face me, his ice blue eyes catching the light and the silver flecks in his eyes shone bright. I saw him take a deep breath, and he shuddered slightly.

 

I was flipping out. My brain was practically exploding with all of the new information surging through it. only a few months ago, I was a normal kid, with a normal life, with my own normal problems, and now, I had befriended a wolf, almost got attacked again by the same wolf that haunted my nightmares for years, and no I had let a complete stranger into my house, on the pretense that he could possibly be some fantastical creature. Either he was telling the truth, or we were both completely mad. I know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for his eyes. Those unmistakable icy orbs that seem to see through me, to my very soul. It was those eyes that were staring at me now, and I was staring right back. He took a deep breath. "Please don’t run," he almost whispered at me, but I could just about hear him. He shuddered once more, and then I wasn’t staring at a man. I was staring at my wolf.

 

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?! The guy who had been standing there, milliseconds ago, just turned into a frikking wolf!!! And it was the same wolf that had been my friend for months, there was no mistaking that. His snow white fur had the same luminescent glow in the moonlight, and he had that strange black marking on his leg. His eyes were exactly the same, but the silver in his eyes had changed to an amber-gold. He was beautiful.

 

I couldn’t breathe. my heart had skipped so many beats that it sounded like a drum and bass track off of Tara's CD's, and I felt light headed, as if I weighed nothing. My instincts told me to turn away and run inside - lock the door, and hope that he couldn’t find me, but my feet were cemented to the ground. He had asked me not to run, so I didn’t. But I could feel myself losing consciousness, and all I remember is the look on the wolf's face, of worry and anticipation, and my whole world went black.

Reviews

[vaishnavi]

very nice
i like the way you depicted the words
they are easy to understand
very sweet

[Wolfwhisperer]

thankyou very much :)

[vaishnavi]

your welcome :)

[Wolfwhisperer]

do you have any suggestions on how to continue? i have writers block at the moment, and i am at the part when sadie meets the alpha. any help is appreciated