The Wolf Who Saved Me

Chapter 1 Mira

Ten Years Later

"Mira wake up... wake up," Lizzie said. Right before jumping on my bed. I groaned, stretching out, and heard the noticeable thump of the manuscript I had been reading the night before hit the ground. Lizbeth Tanner was my best friend and roommate. She was 25 like me and worked as a well known journalist at a local newspaper. We met on the first day of sophomore year in high school. It was the same year I had lost my parents, and being the new kid in school. I was the loner, the outcast. And I was alright with that. I didn't really want to make any new friends. To wrapped up in my own grief. I tried to get rid of her, but she was rather stubborn. Liz made it her mission to make me feel more included and to become my best friend, and it worked. By the end of sophomore year we were inseparable. When we had graduated from high school, we went to the Unveristy of New Hampshire together. We both wanted to attend the same college. We experienced many of our firsts together. We also grew very close after my last serious relationship put me in the hospital. After we graduated college, we took a road trip across America. We went everywhere we could, living our best lives and seeing the greatest sights America had to offer. After a year of traveling we decided to settle down in Boston. Where her parents had bought her a brownstone. She invited me to live with her to save us both some money. That was two years ago. Both of us were just starting in our careers. Her in journalism, and mine in publishing. We always leaned on one another, supporting one another. Liz wasn't only my best friend, she was the sister I needed in my life. If it wasn't for her, I am sure that I would be dead. And that isn't a joke. 

"What Liz, I was asleep," I groaned. She was lying on her side. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun. Liz was that typical hot blonde, but she was more than what she appeared to be. She was wearing her usual sweat pants and bra. I looked up at her. Giving her my best bitch face. I wasn't a morning person at all, so being woken up wasn't fun. Especially by a crazy best friend. She knew that, but here she was.

"It's Friday Mira," she chimed. I rolled my eyes and got up from the bed. Picking up the manuscript from the floor. Organizing it and putting it on my nightstand. The manuscript was good, I would have to show it to my bosses when I finished with it. I think the author could make in this world. That he could bring in some real money to the publishing company.

"I know it's Friday Liz, what is so special about this particular Friday," I mused. I walked over to my closet and picked out a cream blouse and my favorite dress pants. The blouse was one of my favorites, it was sleeveless and had a paisley print on it. It was the end of September, so there were still warm days. Today being one of them. But I knew that it would cool down soon, and then my favorite season would be here. Fall had always been my favorite season, it always brought back some good memories. My parents and I going apple picking. Or my dad taking me trick or treating in the neighborhood. Though they brought some sadness, they also gave me some happiness. Happiness I thought I would ever lose.

"That new bar down the street is opening tonight, let's play hooky. Go shopping and find hot outfits for the opening. Let us go tonight and have some fun. You look like you are in need of fun," she said. I rolled my eyes. I was a workaholic, I spent more time in the officve then I do at home. I think it had something to do with the fact that I did like to be alone, not after Tony.

"I wish I could Liz, but a prospective buyer is coming today. I need to be at work, make a good impression for whoever is going to walk through that door," I said. She got up from bed and gave me a look. Her normal "whatever" look. I had seen that a million times too.

"Ok if you won't play hooky with me, at least come out with me tonight," she said. Giving me her best pouty look. I grabbed a fresh pair of panties and a matching bra. I needed to take a shower. I felt sweaty after last night, I would often have dreams about the night my parents died. It was the same dream, always ending with the black wolf. Or it would be nightmares of what Tony did to me when we were in college.