Why am I running away? Is it the girl? Is it my fear? Or is it my fear for this girl?
" say something" I demand her.
" umm, my name is Raven and I'm in 3rd grand, I'm 8 years old. My birthday is January 13 and last year I had a mustache themed party where I got nothing but fluffy dresses and socks. Where are we going? Who was that?"
" Well, Raven, my name is Wolfie dagger but my little sister called me Howl."
" who was he?" She added plainly.
" he's a bad man that lives as i did, living off others pain. We can't trust him or his friends." I could tell she had more questions but didn't ask them. Before I knew what I was doing, I changed into my wolf form and was draping Raven over me. We both tried our best attempt at being quiet but I think he's still just out of sight of me. I shifted uncomfortably as I looked around for him but came up with nothing. I soon got far enough away that I thought I at least made a point that I wanted to be alone. Only then did I relies that the last bit of my shirt was tearing of of my furry figure. I cursed in my head and payed down, letting her get off of me. My wolf fur was a shade of dark blue all over me, darker than some places. Before I knew it we were in a deep one sided conversation.
" is your favorite color blue?" I nod
" is... Do you drive?" I snort and stretch out my paws. She gasps but smiles.
" can you drive?" I slowly nod, trying to think about the last time I drive somewhere.
" can I pet you?" Raven asks shyly. I smile and shift my head down. Her cold hand mets my outer left ear and slowly dragged across my back. A raspy purr finds its way up my throat. She laughs.
" why didn't you kill me?" The girl asked sadly. She sits down next to me and I nuzzle my snout onto her lap, looking at her just as sadly.
" you couldn't. Could you?" She sounded hurt, but I looked away and closed my eyes tightly. She seamed to understand what I meant. After a silence that felt think with depression, she started to stroke my head in a way that made my worries fly away. Soon after that, I'm sound asleep in her lap, my garding her bodie, her grading my peace of mind. I dreamt that I was in a worm small house, I was the pet dog, and my family never argued or fought over anything. Every thing was fine till a killer with an extended grin came in the open window and killed my family, then granting me with the gift of legs. No one believed my story. Some people even called the cops saying I was insane. Now, I lay, unable to tell anyone my story or past. Back in the small house I cried every night. Why did this killer have to kill MY family? I jolted awake and frankly look around for the suddenly missing girl. I wiper out painful barks at the empty trees. I look around and hear a smuggled cry. HE HAS HER?!?!
OKAY tell me what you thought about this chapter and what I can do to make it better. Question of the chapter; What do you think this killer is doing to Raven and how should Wolfie react???
