I get to the end of my driveway. I made it home. We made it home. The wolf sits a few feet behind me. I turn to face him. He just looks up at me. I smile at this black wolf. "Thank you." I say to him. When I take one long look down the driveway, I take a deep breath and slowly let it all out. I begin to head down the extended path, and when I turn my head to face the wolf once more, he isn't in view. A tear strikes down my cheek. Just then, I heard it again. I heard him calling out to me, with that long howl. And I knew. He was there to help me. And he's done his job. I look up to that endless sky. I know in my heart, that he's here. He'll always be here. He promised me. Mason died that night. But his spirit lives on. He's been here the whole time.
I wil never forget the night I lost my brother. And I'll never forget how I got home. How, even though Mason died, he still found a way to live. He brought me all the way home. He taught me more than anyone could have. Mason McKinley is my brother, my twin, and my life. I will never forget the spirit of the black wolf, and how he saved my life.
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The Spirit of the Black Wolf
Короткий рассказThis is one of my first stories I have written (about 2 years ago). It's a story about a young teenage girl on a journey home. She's dealing with the memory of a tragic accident that happened not even a day or two ago. This story is written in prese...
