And Dreams Shall Sail

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Screams echoed through the forest. Bright flames illuminated the dark night skies. Wolves howled in pain, children cried out for the parents. Blood stained the ground, trees, and the once beautiful house, which was now burning. Burning.

A father carried his unconcious eleven year son out the house, tears streaming down his burnt, bloody-covered face. Two older teenagers, both seventeen, helped their mother out. Her arm was broken, and was suspected to have a couple of ribs broken too, as well as numerous cuts and bruises all along her body. They helped her to the outskirts of all the comotion, and the father and the boy soon came to them. The family huddled together, trying to ignore all of the noise from the others. The father tapped his eldest son on the shoulder, and pointed to the house. Nodding his head, almost being able to read his father's mind, the boy ran inside. He knew he had to help whoever he could; that was what a pack was for, after all.

A random wolf threw the family some bandages, and the daughter gave him a single nod as a thank you before picking them up and patching her mother up. She knew she had to sort out her broken arm first, and made a make-shift sling to keep it together.

After a little while, the boy hadn't returned. The mother was about to get up to go and find her son, but her daughter quickly stopped her. Shaking her head at her injured mother, the girl stood up and ran towards the house in search of her brother.

She soon found him.

He was laid in a pool of his own blood. Not dead; barely alive. Tears began streaming down her face as she knelt down, stroking his blonde hair, which now had blood, fresh and dry, in it. She needed to get him away, but she didn't have the strength to carry him, and she couldn't just leave him to go and find their father. A limping wolf came and sat beside her.

"Can I help with anything, miss?" He asked.

"M-m-my brother," she said, sobbing, "he needs h-h-h-help. I n-need my father, he's, he's over there," she cried, pointing in the general direction of where she'd come from.

The wolf nodded and went as quickly as he could to find the girl's father.

Not even five minutes later did the man find his eldest children. Time was running out for his son, and knew he had to get him out of this mess, and soon. He picked him up, carefully, and carried him back to where the family were sat, his daughter quickly following behind.

"My poor boy!" The mother screamed as the three made it back. The father gently laid the boy on the ground, and the mother, almost instantly, started using the left-over bandages to stop her son from bleeding.

Knowing they couldn't stay here any longer, the five wolves, the eldest son being carried by his father, made their way into the forest.

Further and further they went.

Screams and cries no longer heard.

They couldn't look back, not now, maybe ever.

They were safe now, though they felt.

Once the family were at a safe distance from the burning pack house, the five made settled down. The father laid his eldest son safe in a bush, hidden. The daughter also went and hid herself, tired from all the running, and the youngest had already collapsed on the ground, as had the parents. All five wolves slept peacefully that night, some more peacefully than others.

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The morning sun rose, the air was sharp. The birds tweeted and churrped, singing their morning song. The eldest son woke up, his head pounding. His bandages were blood-stained, and he couldn't even remember having them put on.

He crawled out the bush, twigs and leaves tangled in his messy hair. Horror filled his face as he looked at his sleeping parents and brother, all covered in blood. Each one had a hole on the left side of their chest, straight to the heart. He only had one hope; his sister.

"Alaysia!" He cried, "Alaysia!"

The girl came out of the bush, a tired look on her face, "What is it Dax?" She said sleepily, before seeing her family. Her eyes widened, tears streamed down her face. "B-but how? Why?" She asked, looking at her brother for answers. He was too shocked to reply, and slowly walked over to his twin and wrapped her in his arms. She kept crying, his chest being soaked in her tears. He didn't care though, he knew that at least his sister was okay, even if his parents and little brother weren't. Dax tried to stay calm for Alaysia, although in his head all he could hear was shouts and screams.

He didn't know what to do; his family was dead, pack destroyed. All he could think of was to go. Leave everything they knew, had grown up with, behind. He felt as though it was his only option.

After telling his sister the plan, she agreed, and both soon set off to live their new life as wild wolves in the forest, escaping the pain of everything they had lost, lost so very quickly.