The Spirit of the Black Wolf

part 4

FLASHBACK~

A quick, last second turn to the left, barely rear-ending the stalled SUV. It flips. Maybe once, maybe twice.

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I awake to the sound of birds chirping their morning song. Everything in the woods is now fully equipped to begin their day. While others, the nocturnal ones are just now tranquil from their long night out. The walk yesterday was enough to make my legs sore. More sore than before. A long thirty minutes of following the wolf. As I rest, he does too. All last night, as I try to sleep, I watched the wolf that was at least a few yards from me. He stared into my eyes. I stared at him. Anytime we heard something, his ears would point in that direction. He was still in the look-out, with or without his eyes. I realized that he was somewhat protecting me. Knowing that I'm safe from any threat beyond the trees, I finally allow my eyes to seal shut and even let my mind drift. Drift into the never forgetting, shattering moment of my life.

FLASHBACK~

My leg is pinched between the dash and leather seats, as my head throbs against the roof of the car. I turn to face my brother. Where I hope to find him, he isn't there. He isn't in sight. Something drips over my eye, blood. I try easing through my seatbelt. I've never felt so weak in my life. After what seemed like hours, I managed to escape the flipped vehicle. I crawl through broken glass and bits of gravel. Until I'm completely out of the car, I gradually get to my feet. Slowly and yet painfully. I turn to face the situation I was now in.