"Ania, I love you, run away!" Her voice was shaken with fear.
"Stay away from her!" Was all I could sputter out, I had a wood poker in my hands. I aimed it at the huge wolf that loomed over my mother, its jaws open, ready to finish her. The camp fire was still blazed, our tents were shredded.
The wolf growled dangerously at me, I only had one ounce of bravery left in me, my hands shook uncontrollably as I inched closer to the beast. My mom lay there, the wolf had scratched her, making a huge gapping wound on her stomach, and face.
"Ania, run, please run!" my mother begged, as she coughed up blood. I didn't listen to her as I attack the wolf, jabbing it in the side. As if I hadn't done anything to it, it struck me with its paw sending me to the ground. I grunt, as I hit the ground with full impact. Making me black out for a brief moment, dazed I get back up to see the wolf and my mother gone.
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The Black Wolf
WerewolfAnia, a high school student, moves to a small town in Maine with her auntie when her mother pasts away from an animal attack. Mentally and physically scarred for the rest of her life, Ania tries to make the best of it without bringing up the past. A...
