The Wolf's Tempest

1. Tempest

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Dead silence surrounded me and I felt as if I were floating, suspended in mid air with a weight crushing down on my chest. I tried to move but my arms and legs were pinned to my sides, restricting my movements. My senses were dulled, making me completely unaware as to what was around me. A familiar hollow thudding in my chest is all I felt. With that I knew, I was stuck in a nightmare.

"Mommy."

The light familiar voice from my past drifted through the air. It's the voice that belonged to a frightened eight year old me, all those years ago. The voice of innocence and ignorance.

The air around me began to practically shimmer and slowly, a forest took the place of the darkness and I found my self staring down at an eight year old me, standing over my beaten and bloodied mother. I found myself pulled toward the younger me by something I couldn't see, like an invisible force telling me to go toward him.

Suddenly, my vision changed and instead of looking down at my self, I was now looking at my mother through the eyes of my younger self. Her body lay in a pool of her own blood that has started to stain the earth around her.Her chest barely rose with her breaths and her eyes were glossy with tears. A stray tear trickled down her cheek and I immediately dropped to my knees to wipe it away, scraping my already raw knees on the forest debris and rocks.

"Mommy." I whimpered as my little hand gripped and tugged on her torn, bloody dress, "Mommy get up."

She didn't respond to anything I tried as I shook her and pleaded with her to come back to me.

Her normally full pink lips were pale and trembling as she let out small gasps and her eyes wandered around, unfocused, as if looking for something in a pitch black room. Her normally glistening honey colored hair looked duller and her blue-green eyes were slowly losing what little life they had left in them. My grip on her tightened and tears began streaming down my cheeks. Mommy wasn't moving and it isn't safe. They are coming. They are getting closer now.

"Mommy!" My little voice broke as I cried, "Mommy come on. It's time to go now! Mommy the bad guys are coming!" I know she heard me now because her eyes flickered over to where I was sitting, hunched over her body. It was only for a second but I knew she saw me.

The howls started to grow louder in the distance as the wolves grew closer to us. Their vicious snarls and snapping teeth echoed against the trees that surrounded us, as if they were taunting me, slowly forcing the fear into my mind. A fear so powerful that it cause my tiny body to quake with it.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, dropping onto my hands and making streaks in the blood and dirt that was caked onto my skin. Whimpers and cries shook my racked my body. I only slightly calmed when I felt a small amount of pressure on my knee and looked to seem my mothers pale, bony hand resting there, comforting me. It didn't last long as her hand grew limp and fell to the side, her once luminous eyes closed for the last time.

"M-m-Mommy!"

I shot up in bed, the air rushing from my lungs in a silent scream. My nerves were instantly on alert and the first thing I felt was a restraining arm that was keeping me from jumping from the bed all together in my waking fit. Panic stuck me almost instantly, causing my body to seize up. I took in a sharp breath and prepared to scream again but a familiar scent filled my lungs and I felt instantly calmer. It was merely the calm before the storm because seconds later , tears started pouring down my cheeks and quiet sobs racked my body as my best friend held me.