Last Resort

Chapter 1

The crashing of the foam-tipped waves reached my ears as I sat on a branch in a beautiful willow tree I had deemed my own. Ever since the plane crash I didn't have many things I could call my own, as you could imagine. The seabird's calls, overlapping one another, were lost in the breaking of each wave. Salt lingered in the air and every breath I drew was refreshing. A light sea breeze played with the long strands of my messy, blonde hair; I longed for the wind to take me to a distant land with her wispy, tendrils of salty air and allow me to glide among the seabirds, free. I stared at the sun, only peeking over the horizon, impatiently waiting for the kaleidoscope of colours that were soon to come. Within minutes, the world began to blossom with life.

As the sun rose up in the sky, the clouds turned pink, almost as if they were blushing at how gorgeous the sun clearly was with her reds and oranges capturing the gazes of all who watched her glory. She awoke from her peaceful slumber, to awaken the world and to bid the moon, la luna, so long, farewell.

The melodies of the mockingbirds and bluejays and other exotic birds sifted through the air and I knew that the day had truly begun.

I sent out a series of four clicks with my tongue and a high whistle to signal Flint, a male wolf I had befriended at the age of four. Flint was the epitome of a handsome wolf. His fur was pure, sleek black with a white-tipped tail and ears and the most human eyes I had ever seen on a wolf. They were bright, forest green with gold flecks in them and whenever I had a deep, one-sided discussion with him, he would look at me with such understanding it was unfathomable. As I pondered this for the millionth time since I first had seen his eyes, I sensed a familiar presence beneath my perch in the tree. I glanced down and saw my furry companion staring up at me curiously. I grinned widely as he was the closest friend I had because other than my dad and I, there were no other humans on this isle.

I swung both of my legs over to the left side and looked down to make sure Flint wasn't directly beneath me. I was about fifteen to twenty feet up so if I landed on him... let's just say that the both of us wouldn't be walking for a while. Pushing off the branch with my hands, I bent my knees ready for impact. When I landed on my toes without a sound, I crouched down to absorb the shock and then slowly stretched back up. Stretching my back, I walked over to Flint, who seemed nervous and anxious. His fur was standing on end as he shifted from one paw to the other and his eyes stared at me with such intensity, like he wanted to tell me something, needed to tell me. When he noticed my worried look, his face morphed into the lopsided, wolfy grin that he knew I loved. As he did this, we were almost eye-to-eye because his snout was at my shoulders. Flint was a bit overgrown for a male wolf... Only a bit.

He was ALL male. And he knew it. He would puff out his chest with pride and tilt his head up. Knowing him, he's not stuck up. Don't ask me how I know. I just do.

He pushed his snout in my hand which awakened me from my thoughts. He looked at me slyly as if he knew what I was thinking about and began to raise his head and puff his chest out.

"Yeah, yeah, get off your high horse, Flint. I'm not the only one who thinks about his best friend." He sat back on his haunches as if confused but then put his head down sheepishly.

"Ha! I knew it! Now who's feeling all mighty high?" I burst out in a fit of laughter before he tackled me to the ground and started licking my face.

"Ewwww, Flint! Stop it!" I screamed, still laughing. After a few minutes of laughing, I finally stopped and saw that the gold in his eyes was almost completely overpowering the green. Narrowing my eyes, I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look.

But then just as fast as his eyes changed, the gold was gone and the green was back as he changed his position over me protectively. He let out a low growl and a snarl to seemingly nothing. His ears were flat against his skull. If it were anyone else other than he and I, they would think that he was faking protectiveness. But I knew better. Flint wouldn't fake something like this. He knew the dangers of this isle and so did I.

I tried to shift my body so it wasn't under him. I wanted to fight. I knew how to fight and I wanted to knock out or kill whatever it was.

He whined when he felt me trying to move and looked at me with wide, green eyes. He was scared, but determined to protect me at all costs. My eyes flashed to the edge of the trees, when the first pitch black paw appeared.

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