Super Shorties

Howl

The wolf stared at me, its golden eyes locked on my own as if it were daring me to move. I swallowed reflexively, my heart jumping up into my throat fluttering frantically in my panic. The wolf watched me knowing that it would cope with whatever I chose, whether to fight or to run. If I ran it would likely chase me down, if I tried to fight it would tear my throat out. I didn't move but I dropped my eyes. This beast could be dominant if it wanted to, if it kept me safe.

At the wolf's grey paws lay the bloody remains of my best friend who I had talked into going hiking with me. The wolf had torn open her rib cage and eaten most of what lay nestled between the broken spires of gleaming bone. Her mouth was frozen open in the ghost of a scream. I felt my gorge rise but swallowed down the bile that burned in my throat and looked away. The wolf smiled at me and dipped its heat to lap at the pool of concealing blood. This time I did puke. Turning to the side I fell on my hands and knees as my breakfast made an unpleasant reoccurrence. I coughed trying to breathe while my vision swam. My stomach heaved a second time but my breath was knocked from me as a weight bowled into my side. I fell onto my back, a sharp stick stabbing into me.

Claws dug into my shoulders and thighs as the wolf perched on my chest snapping at my exposed neck. A shriek welled up to accompany my tears as I pushed the snarling wolf away from my throat. It strained forward choking itself on my forearms, its hind legs digging into the flesh of my stomach now, ripping me open. The shriek turned into a scream, agony tearing through me. I felt teeth pierce my arms and the wolf shook its head back and forth breaking my arm in its jaws.

A distant howl made the wolf atop me pause giving me a chance to throw it off. Its teeth tore free from my arm as I heaved with my good arm turning on my side for more leverage. It growled once then dashed away through the trees leaving me bleeding to death beside the cooling corpse of my friend and the shredded remains of our tent. A second howl echoed through the forest, closer this time. The pain had faded but I knew it was only shock. I would die a slow and painful death with my guts ripped out by a rabid wolf. The world tilted and I found myself gazing up into the sky past the curious eyes of a second wolf. I hope this one finishes me off, this dying slowly business is tiresome. The wolf loped off and I continued to stare at the sky. I don't know how much time passed but eventually a man appeared in my vision. With some effort I met his eyes and he stumbled back in suprise, he had thought me a corpse. He looked concerned, his mouth opening and closing and I realized that he was asking me a question that I couldn't hear. Is he an angel? My abdomen began to ache then to burn as the feeling came back. Definatly not an angel if I hurt this bad. I heard a whimper and I realized that it was coming from me. I was whimpering in pain. The man looked over his shoulder then back down at me with a frown and sighed. The world tilted slightly and I found myself against the man's chest as he carried me away.

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Hello my lovely readers! I've decided to make this shortie into a full story. Check it out on my page its going to be called Lone Wolf.
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Isis