Kara Wolves

Chapter 3

***This is a shorter one but I'm really feeling the need to keep writing for you, My faithful readers.

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Chapter 3

The rain started to fall but I didn’t care, I just stood there, mesmerized by the words that just came from William’s mouth.  I didn’t really think we were meant to be more then friends. All those days, all those nights, playing with my little wolf buddy and then he confesses that he’s loved me all this time??? What kinda story am I in?! We were just friends…or so I thought, apparently it was all different to Will.

I slowly turned around to face and total serious, Will. His hands hung at his side and his face looked hurt. My face? My face was a “Are you crazy!?” look written all over.

“Bria, I’ve loved you for so long, and all this time, you tortured me by not showing return to the affections I hinted at.” He said, sounding a little hurt. My mouth opened a bit. After a small pause without either of us saying anything, just listening to the rain pick up, he scowled and walked back over to the car, leaving me to just watch him walk away. I took a few steps closer to the car but I was still about 10 yards away. It seemed that each step was a hard choice I had just made.

I saw Connor and Riley duck out of the car “Get back in the car.” Will snapped at them. They looked both scared and confused.

“But Truenic told us to bring her back…?” Said Connor still in confusion. (Truenic (True-nick) is my father)

“Yeah, he did but he didn’t tell anyone she’d be a-”

“We need to bring her back though” Riley interrupted.

“You wanna try and get her back ‘cause, frankly, I want NOTHING to do with her.”  He obviously was not happy…

The three boys huddled together and started talking in low voices that I couldn’t make out.

Then everything went foggy then stuff started twisting, turning and last thing I say was Riley, Connor and…and Will running over to me, on the ground, in intensity.

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I was still on the ground, just not on the ground I had fallen onto before I passed out. This place had trees all around and the ground had small patches of grass but most was just dirt.

I felt a cold little breeze hit me in a repetitive pace. It was on the side of my face and when I looked up to see what the odd breeze came from, I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw, a familiar, wolfs face.

He looked mentally hurt. His head hung low next to mine, his eyes were almost all the way closed and in seemed as though he was hoping to say something to me.

That’s when I noticed it. I too was in my “wolf” form.

So, as you may recall, from the beginning I told you I wasn’t a normal wolf. Well, I’m more of a fox. See, my Dad…well, lets just say he tested what would happen when a werewolf and a fox…well, mated. ….I’m the result. A “Werefox” pretty ridicules really.

When he realized I was conscious, both, his head shot up and his eyes opened in surprise.

I was still a bit dizzy but I didn’t feel nothing.

“You’re okay.” He sighed in wolf “language”. See, there’s a wolf “language”, it sounds just like normal growling except for wolves. (Not regular wolves though, they have their own way of communication).

I groan/growled lowly before rolling over on the hard ground and rise to my feet…or paws.

I almost collapsed but Will put his shoulder out to catch me.

“Thanks,” I grumbled in wolf.

“Yeah,” He mumbled.

We walked side by side to…. Well, beats me where we were going, I just went with Will since he was supporting me.

After a while of walking/limping through to treey part of the forest, I saw a familiar sight. A very familiar setting. It was the lake/pond and that dirt circle were me and the boys would wrestle. I remember all those times so clearly. Good times.

People say “Good times, good times.” But do they mean it? Do they know what they’re saying? Do they know what they REALLY mean? Do they understand what a good time really is or do they just say it? I know what good times are, they’re when there aren’t things to worry about ever other minute, that’s true for me at least. Maybe it’s easier for you to have a ‘good time’ than it is for me, but I think that’s how it goes…  

We both stopped. My head hung low. It made me frustrated, to hate being a wolf and being abnormal but it made me happy to bring back the good times.

“Bria…” I heard Will whisper. “’bout yesterday…” he only got to begin that sentence. I shook my head and darted off as fast as I possibly could in the opposite direction of both him and the camp. Even with my injured leg, I was able to keep some good distance between the two of us.

The log caught me off guard and by surprise. I went tumbling (On my bad leg) practically head first.

Once on the cool ground again, I tried my hardest not to show my pain by whimpering but I couldn’t help it. I got off to the side and curled up in a tight ball. Within moments I saw Will’s pitch black pelt leaping over the same log I had failed to maneuver.

He caught me in his peripheral vision and came to an abrupt halt and trotted over to me.

“What’d you do!?” He asked stupidly but I tried answering anyways.

“tripped…log…surprise…didn’t see it.” I mumbled best I could with whimpers interfering every once in a while.  

He just stood there for a while which, frankly, worried me he was just going to watch me till I stopped being loud. He laid down, curling around me. He was so warm and I felt comforted while he was with me, and that’s how we fell asleep.