Chapter Five.

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Chapter Five.

I slowly rolled over so that I was on my back, my hands propped out behind me holding myself up as I stared at the black wolf that was now standing a few feet away from me. It snapped its jaws and growled lowly as the fur on the back of its neck stood to attention.

I cautiously began to crawl away, my eyes never leaving the wild animal in front of me. Its unforgiving brown eyes watched my every movement like a hawk. The wolf in front of me was a predator, a natural born killer. I could see in the way its ears twitched that its sensitive hearing was designed to pick up any sort of prey no matter how big or small; right now I could tell that it was listening to my heart beat. Its nose twitched as it no doubt smelled my fear and its powerful jaws snapped revealing a set of large, white canines that could easily pierce the tender flesh of any animal. Its body was lean and lined with muscles making it powerful and fast.

I was being hunted. The way it stalked towards me with its ears flat back against its head, its body slightly crouched as if ready to pounce. I was the prey and he was the predator. It was strange that a few moments ago this very wolf had been standing in his human form a few feet away from me.

Any doubts I had about werewolves not being real were now gone. I had seen the transformation happen twice now, with my own eyes. Although I still couldn't think of a logical explanation as to how he changed I just knew that what I had seen was real. The wolf stalking towards me was enough proof that werewolves did exist. It was a difficult concept to grasp but if I were to live longer than today it might slowly make sense, but the possibilities of me living much longer, seemed slim.

It was less than a foot away from me, I could feel the heat radiating off its thick fur in waves. My body began to tremble and I closed my eyes tightly, my wet eyelashes fanning across the tops of my cheeks as tears rolled down them once again. In a last attempt to stop the oncoming attack of the animal in front of me I did the only thing that came to mine; I stuck my hands out, my palms towards the wolf in a defensive pose. The futility of the gesture didn't escape me as I prepared myself mentally for the attack.

I waited, expecting pain to consume my entire being at any moment, but it didn't come. I was used to pain but I wasn't immune to it and I continued to wait for the inevitable. Seconds went by and there was nothing. No pain, no stinging sensations, no sharp teeth ripping into my skin or warm metallic liquid pouring over my body. Surprisingly, the wolf had yet to attack.

I jumped when I felt something, but it was cold and wet and pressing itself into the palm of my hand. My tightly closed eyes opened in shock as I stared into a pair of deep brown eyes. My hand trembled as the wolf pressed his nose to my palm once again, it was firm and rougher than I would have expected as he pressed against my hand with more force.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak and I couldn't scream, all I could do was stare wide eyed at the creature in front of me. Although he still looked deadly, its jaws were no longer snapping and his teeth were hidden from view; the wolf no longer looked like it was going to kill me. He was sitting in front of me with his head lowered so that he could press his nose to my palm. I gasped out loud before I would pass out; I hadn't realised that I was holding my breath until the burning in my lungs forced me to breathe. I didn't know what the wolf was doing but I stayed still as if I was frozen in time.

The wolf continued to sniff at my palm; I could feel his breath gently tickle my sensitive skin. Slowly he stood, pausing as if watching my reaction before stepping closer. I continued to remain frozen as I watched him. He lowered his head further as he walked to the side of me slowly, running his nose along the length of my arm, taking in my scent as if committing it to memory.

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