The Wolf On The Other Side

Chapter 7

Alaska doesn't show up for three days. I begin to worry if Daniel did have something to do with this, maybe he has been watching us hang out more and decided to hunt down the Arctic–

Alaska.

Come on, he isn't the wolf. I scold myself for a million times. My slip ups have been occasional nowadays, it's like I can't go anywhere without mentioning him in my mind.

The irony of his name and the Arctic wolf makes me wonder why his parents named him that. I doze off in the corner of the classes with my books in my hands and my bag down on the ground. I haven't been sleeping well due to the immense amount of reading and tumbling over to the floor.

Mysteries about the sturdy wolf making the other wolves bow down hasn't been mentioned in any of the books I got, but it still isn't a waste of time.

The students going out of their classes stuns me through my haze, and I detect Daniel that storms through the hallway like a bulldozer. He seems ten times irritated, my curiousity gets the best of me when I trail behind him after shoving my books in my bag.

He rounds off to the left corner, and I keep my pace slow and steady. With little breaths, I peak out to witness Daniel with his mom.

What is she doing here?

"The Alcayas are ruthless, you have to be careful, especially with A–" his mom stops talking and I immediately remember that they can sense humans easily, so I run away when their eyes shifts to the corner.

I am officially out of breath when I take my bag out to the hills. My feet pulses from the exhaustion and I cross my legs on the hill as the sun beams down at me. My eyes watch the forest ahead, wishing that the wolf will appear any time.

Holland is late to pick me up, but I don't mind the cool air that glazes the sun, swaying my hair gently. I part my lips in concentration, I can almost spot the shadow from inside the forest, I control my urge to get into the woods and search for him, but I dimiss it for the sake of my brother doing another reckless stuff like following me.

The honks makes me jump and I glare at a smirking Holland in the car. I groan at my tense calves and sling my bag to get into the car.

Holland gazes at something behind me with a straight line on his lips. I follow his line of vision to see a snarling Daniel, he seems on edge. Like a crazy, delusional beast.

"Why is he staring at you like that?" My brother annoyingly asks, his eyes never slacking off of Daniel.

"Let's just go, I am starving." I tell him, wanting to divert his attention, but Holland refuses as he trails out of the car with a loud banging sound when he closes his door.

I get out aswell before he has the chance to lock it. Holland's longest strides are faster than my own. The burning sensation in my chest intensifies, and I don't expect it as I stop and cough out nervously. It feels like I am on a brink of a heart attack, my foggy vision shows Daniel and Holland pushing each other.

Hands wrap around my shoulders to turn me, and I finally meet his gaze. His eyes are my favorite blues. The exquisite, classy kind of blue. The one I want to forever swim in. He carries me in his arms and I nuzzle my nose into his clothed chest, trying to breathe in his scent. He has more of the woodsy smell I like.

I am still awake, just high on my vision. I don't know the transition I am in, but I attempt to talk. No words come out, his strong hold tightens around me and I look up to see him staring down at me. Like an angry devil. It's all blotchy, but I can make out the deep frown he has on his face and his bulging eyes.

"We're almost there." He says steadily, and I hug my face to his chest again, my body failing to react. It's like I am sedated. I can't move my body or speak.

I feel butterfly kisses on top of my head, and I realize that he is stressed for me. I close my eyes from the stings I feel. The feeling of safety makes me ease off.

My mind is on the duo that are battling it out, I hear the screams of the students, the security guards, the squeals of the girls. More importantly, I hear his words.

"I am going to make them regret." A demonic snarl coming from the guy who has been carrying me. He places me on something, and I can hear the rush of leaves as he runs, and the sound of clothes ripping apart.

With all my strength, I dangerously flicker my eyes a little only to see the Arctic wolf speeding between the trees. My hand slumps down on a log and I become even more frightened at the howling sounds.

I don't know what to make of everything. I feel the panic seep in, my bones hurt, and when I try to breathe, my chest burns.

Closing my eyes again, my brain displays snippets of the wolf behind the bushes, the way he attacks, the way he stares at me, then Alaska shows up from the forest with a sinister smile at me and Daniel. His eyes more of celestial than the wolf himself. Then, it travels to the picture where Alaska is on top of Daniel after ripping him to shreds, my hallucination rolls on to Alaska puncturing his teeth in my skin.

It's him. Alaska is the wolf on the other side. The myth is true, he is the one seeking revenge on Daniel.