Alex's Pov
I trod on the slippery path, my sneakers thumping the ground as I stumbled across the dirt. A howl splits the air and two beasts jump out of the bracken in front of me. I open my mouth to scream but another howl cuts me off. I turn to see a large wolf lunge from the bracken, its jaws gaping in a snarl. I stumbled onto the ground as one of the wolves behind me snapped at me, narrowly avoiding contact with my arm. I yelp and skid backwards on the hard ground.
"Stay back!" I yell at the wolves. They continue to walk towards me with malice and hunger in their eyes. One of the wolves lunges at me, it bites down on my arm. I scream, but then the wolves are gone. I stare into the cold woods, unmoving. I clutch my bleeding arm in my right hand. I look down at my arm, I see the blood rushing from the wound and begin to feel nauseous. I fall to my knees onto the cold ground. I felt a rush of cold and fear as my head began to loll off to the side and I collapsed to the ground.
I opened my eyes to see two mortals staring at me. (Mortals? Aren't I a mortal too?)
I quickly got up from the ground, widening my eyes at the two strangers. One was a tall man in his 20's or so, another was a girl who looked about 14 if I had to guess, about my age. The girl had long dirty blonde hair and kind emerald eyes.
"You're awake!" The girl said, her eyes lighting up.
"W-who are you people?!" I said through clenched teeth.
"I'm Willow and this is my brother, John." Willow said with a sparkle in her eyes. John looked me up and down,
"You seem pretty beat up, we need to get you back to the house."
I looked at him with uncertainty and fear.
"I'm not going with anyone!" I cried out, my voice shaking. Willow looked sympathetic, but didn't say anything as John grabbed me and tried to drag me deeper into the woods.
I screamed, "No! You can't take me back there!" John looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and Willow looked sympathetic but also confused. I bared my fangs, (wait when did I have fangs?) I didn't have time to ponder that thought, for John had already begun to drag me back towards the forest. I reached for my pocket, if he wouldn't listen... (where did that thought come from?) I dropped my hand from my pocket, going limp on the ground as John grasped my collar and dragged me towards the woods. I closed my eyes, squeezing them tight to avoid looking at the dark woods.
A few minutes after bumping on the ground we entered a house with log walls and a cozy fireplace. He sits me up in a chair and Willow goes to grab something from the kitchen.
"What's your name?" he asks as Willow comes out of the kitchen with a bowl of stew.
My name? I thought for a moment, names rushing through my head.
Then my brain finally set on something,
"Alex." I say with a bit of a question in a voice, "Alex Griffin."
John looked uncertain as Willow placed the bowl of stew on a table next to me.
"Ok, Alex, where are your parents?" John asked me.
I looked down at my bowl of stew, nauseousness rolled over me. And I clutched my bleeding hand.
"I don't know." I said with a bit of sadness. Last I remembered was running, but I knew I had parents, right? John sighed but did not question me further, instead he got up and brought over a bandage. He wrapped around my wounded arm. I winced at the sting as the soft cloth touched my opened flesh.
I closed my eyes, relishing the soft bottom of the chair. I breathed out in a sigh and drifted off to sleep.
I flicked my eyes open, feeling a tug in my gut. I slowly got up out of the bed in which John and Willow must have set me on when I fell asleep. I walked over to the door, turning the door handle and poking my head outside. "What are you doing?" I jump as someone approaches behind me. I look to see Willow staring at me suspiciously. I look around, trying to think of an excuse. She sighs when I don't answer her question.
"Whatever, just don't get hurt again." She said reluctantly. She walked away towards the stairs. I sighed and opened the door more. I step out into the forest, and a shiver goes down my spine. My brown eyes follow the line of trees in the distance. I look up to the sky, its barley dawn. I shake off the unease and steadily walk towards the trees. I breathe in the fresh scent of the forest.
Ever since I was a kid I had loved the forest, but today, now, the forest had a daunting feeling about it. I shook my head and continued to walk towards the looming woods.
As I walk in the forest a strange sensation comes upon me when I see a rabbit in a bush not far from where I'm standing, like I want to chase it, grab it by the neck and rip its guts out. You know, normal stuff.
I walk towards the sound of rushing water in the distance. I walk over to the small pond with a stream rushing by it. I close enough that it laps at my foot. I shiver from the cold water, then I felt a shiver go down my spine. I turn to the woods but no ones there. I shake off the feeling of being watched and turn back towards the pond.
Then a growl shakes the air around me.
