The wind blowing in through my window reminded me of my wolves. Okay I know they're not technically mine but still. My favorite is a black and white one. He saved me when I was little, not only once but twice.
When I was around 8 I went down to the lake. I didn't think it could be dangerous because I've swam in it a million times. So I jumped in and fell immediately to the bottom. I planned on swimming back up but my foot got stuck on something. I was tugging at it but I was getting really tired. Right before I blacked out I remember seeing sunlight and a beautiful wolf.
When I woke up again I was in a hospital. They said that I almost drowned but somehow swam back up. I was so dazed that I began to think that the beautiful wolf was somehow a figment of my imagination. But I didn't have that good of an imagination. As I got older, I started watching the woods that surrounded my house.
One day I was sleeping one the snowy, icy ground; trying to soak up as much sun as I can. I woke up to the violent bites on my body. I was so freaked that I was frozen. I kept on blocking out so I didn't feel much pain. All I could think of was this is what I get for surviving the first round. That's when I saw my wolf again. He was more beautiful then I thought. He growled violently at the rest of the pack and they backed off as if he just smacked them.
Then the next thing I knew this boy is standing in front of me looking at me as if someone might look at a dead loved one. He picked me up and started running. I remembered feeling his skin on mine. I remember how warm is skin was. It felt like fire on my skin. And most importantly, I remembered is his bright greenish, yellowish eyes was the same as my wolf.
The following spring and summer I saw those eyes again, but they weren't on the wolf, they were on a boy. I didn't have the nerve to talk to him. To ask him why he was in the woods, and how he saved me from the wolves. But I thought it might be better if I didn't know.
The winter went by cold and frigid. Whenever I stepped outside I remember seeing eyes on my back. I also remembered how the cold wind made me shiver more. Made my bones rattle as if they might break at the most tender touch. I stayed inside for the rest of the winter, except for going to school.
When January hit I remember Jane, my best friend, and Millie, my other best friend, commenting on how it looked like I got no sleep at night, which wasn't the truth. It wasn't the sleep that was making me tired; it was the cold.
For the following winter months I stayed as warm as possible. This meant looking like a puffball walking down the halls.
When spring came it was such a great relief. It felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I started going outside more and more. I started looking healthier. And most importantly, I felt like me.
Spring came and went, and soon I found myself sitting in a public library, staring at the mystery green eyed guy. I still didn't like the idea of walking over to this stranger that saved me once (but for some reason I want to say twice) before, but what happened to me over the winter had something to deal with this guy. That much I knew.
So as I was walking over, I noticed that he noticed me and that he made a big statement of saying that he was busy by his body language. I almost walked off but then I noticed what he was reading. He was reading Pandora by Anne Rice. Anne Rice was my all time favorite writer. So I sat down and waited till he finally looked up.
"Can I help you?" He asked in an accent I could place.
