Running With Wolves

Epilogue

10 years later...

I walked into the castle, saw my father with broken chains on his arms and legs, holding my tear-stained mother's hands, and looking at each other with such love in their eyes. I was so angry at this, at how my mother lied to me. Betrayed me. And stayed with that monster, knowing what he did, and could do. I was so angry, I blasted a piece of ice at him accidentally, and before I knew it, he was on the floor with a sharp piece of ice sticking out of his chest. I killed my father. I killed my father. I killed my father. That kept repeating in my head until I realized what I did. I looked at my mother crying hysterically. "NO!" She screamed. "DON'T EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!" I took a step back with the tears threatening to spill. "YOU ARE NOT MY DAUGHTER! YOU ARE NEVER WELCOMED INTO THIS LAND AGAIN!" My heart broke into a million pieces and a tear spilt out. I couldn't believe my mother said that. She was all I had, and now I don't even have her. I took another step back and she got up with an enraged face. "GET OUT! I'LL KILL YOU IF I SEE YOU AGAIN!"

I wake up sweating and crying from the nightmare. 

I still have them to this day. 

I am 26 years old now, and I have a new life. I am a famous writer for adult fiction, specifically mystery and thriller. I have my own place now, a new beginning. At least that's what I kept telling myself anyway.

I get off my bed and walk to my desk and start to write. I had come up with a new story called "Black Wings" and I continued writing it. My life is now consisting of fame, money, depression and loneliness. 

I still have not found a lover, I have no kids, no family, and I live in New York now. 

I was diagnosed with PTSD and Depression when I was 20. I have never thought of going back to my old home or tried to look for my mom or even that wolf. I don't even remember its name. I have forgotten that life and moved on. 

I have a premiere tonight. Might as well take a nap and then go to my stylist. 

When I wake up, I get to my stylist at 3:30. The premiere starts at 8. It takes me that long to pick out a dress, do my hair, do my makeup, my shoes, my jewellery and everything. 

I had moved schools after the incident and stayed in that house until I was 18. I moved out on my 19th birthday to New York. 

My life is so much better now, and I have no trace of anything of that old life. 

I wanted to go take a walk before I went to sleep. It was winter which explained all of the snow and cold air. But, when I walked outside, I saw footprints on the snow. 

No, I saw pawprints. 

I started to hyperventilate. 

I looked around to see if anyone was there. I looked behind me and saw a beautiful white wolf with striking blue eyes, and a crescent under its left eye. Another one stood beside it, pitch black coat, piercing yellow eyes that haunt me and that same crescent. 

They bow to me.