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Prologue

Prologue

Blood. Everywhere.
The cold snow beneath my fingers, the lone little wolf, sniffing my fingers.

It sniffed--she sniffed my fingers and tilted her head. Her grey eyes bore into my green, asking if I was okay. She wasn't the one who bit me.

The huge wolf, the brown one, it was gigantic. It attacked me, wanting me for a meal I guess. But I realized it left me, left me alone with the red wolf. She licked my fingers, and my arm, where the wolf had bit me. My blood finally stops pouring into the snow, and my breathing slows down.

I think I see death coming near me. 

For a second I thought she was a regular dog, she was nice and calm. Unlike the other wolf.

But she was different. In her eyes showed kindness, like she could understand my pain. 

I'm only seven years old, I'm too young to die this way.

I look at her eyes one last time, grey... grey... grey...
And her odd, red fur... red... red...

And soon I only saw black.

I woke up in the hospital room, remembering it all. My head throbbed, the pain shocked me all the way down to my toes. My dad's yelling at the doctors, I could hear him outside the room.

Slowly my eyes close again, and her face fills my mind.

Those humans eyes haunt me till now, ten years later.