The Wolf Days

Chapter 2- Adopted

That's James^^^

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He was only mere feet in front of me. His fangs shown white in the moonlight as they were pulled back in a growl. He licked his lips as if he could already taste me. This horrible, dark demon belonged in one of my nightmares not in the real world. Panther was his name and hunting was his game.

I cringed backwards as far as I could go, but it wasn't enough. He crept closer, and closer each paw step heavy with suspense.

I tried to kick out, but it only hurt me more. He started to go to the left of me when he snapped his head to the left. He let out a soft growl and his ears twitched.

No sooner did the Panther take a step forward, did a pitch black wolf explode from the bushes.

The wolf started to tear into the panther even though he was somewhat smaller than the panther. The wolf was obviously winning and flashed a look my way. As soon as his eyes met mine I was in love. They were a striking blue. I became fiercely protective and I wanted to go help him fight, but I was still trapped in this stupid ass tree.

I struggled against the tree hoping I could free myself somehow. After I accepted defeat I watched the fight with intense curiosity. I cringed with I heard the snap of the panthers neck, and then the fight was over.

The wolf walked over to me and nuzzled my leg. I craved his touch, it sent shocks through my body. Making me shiver with delight.

He jumped up and snapped the branch that held me prisoner, with his teeth. I quickly untangled it from my hair and put my hair in a pony tail.

My attention then turned back to the wolf. His eyes were wide with curiosity as were mine. I reached out to touch him and he leaned into my hand, sending more shocks threw me.

I heard the hounds start this way with their whining, signaling that the chase was over. Well so did the wolf and he turned and trotted away.

"Wait!" I yelled with a plea in my voice. He turned his head around and had a pained expression in his eyes. Then he left.

I don't know why I felt so disappointed when he left, but it felt like I broke in two.

I whistled loud and clear so the hounds could find me. They all came running up with tails wagging and tongues going crazy. They were happy to see me, but my mind was still focused on the wolf.

We all turned to leave but then I remembered the panther. Dad would want to see this.

I turned towards the panther and wondered how I was gonna carry this home. I picked up its head and front paws and placed one on each shoulder.

I then proceeded to half drag half carry the panther down the hill and to the cabin. All along the way an image of those piercing blue eyes was fresh in my memory.

I dropped the panther next to the porch steps and whistled. It was already 2:30 so I was late.

I could hear my dad yelling "Nevada where have you been?!?" He threw open the front door and I collapsed on top of the panther. The last thing I knew was that I had to see that wolf again.

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I woke up tucked warmly into my bed. Funny I don't remember going to bed. Then I remembered, the wolf, the panther, and the bond.

I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room, almost sliding into the wall. My dad had brought the panther into the living room and laid it in front of the fireplace. I walked up to it and bent down. I stroked it soft fur and traced a long scar that led from the tip of his right ear to the bottom of his jaw.