No Longer Wanted Stories

Little Red Wolf

🌹🐺🐾Little Red Wolf🐾🐺🌹

RosePOV.:

I heard the whisper of a howl as I got into bed. (This town is sooo cool!) Suddenly, a howl came from outside my window. (What was that?) Getting out of bed, and walking towards my window, I saw a silver wolf with glowing gold eyes. (Holy Mary!)

"Hi there," I whispered, amazed by the silver beast. He barked, like a puppy, and got closer to my window. "Hey there," I put my arm out and the wolf got closer, allowing me to pet it. "Awe, aren't you a sweet heart." An idea popped into my head. "Wait there for a second, I'll be right back."

I jumped away to my closet and grabbed a pair of shorts, a tee- shirt, a pair of sneakers, a blanket, a notepad, and a few pencils. Quickly changing my clothes, I stuffed the blanket, notepad, and pencils in a small backpack I had in a corner of my room along with two little snacks.

"Come on." I slipped out the window and ran to the nearby forest. The wolf walked north, looking behind to check if I was following. "Still here," I breathed a laugh. We continued until we reached a small meadow. "Wow,"

The full moon was above us, the starts spread around like sparkles. There were flowers, mostly dandelions and California poppies. A small stream ran along the edge of the meadow, and ended in a small pond with Lilly-pads covering the edge.

"Beautiful, right." I turned around and saw a man, well a guy who was about my age. He had silvery blonde hair and fairly tall. I couldn't see his eyes though. Oh, and he was shirtless, and huba huba did he have abs! He was only wearing shorts.

"Who the bloody h*ll are you?" I asked. "Where's the wolf?"

The man chuckled, walking closer to me. "I'm Hunter, and you my dear?"

I didn't move, I felt like I could trust him though. "Rosalie, but people call me Red most of the time." I walked closer, until we were almost a foot apart.

He smiled. Not a creepy stalker smile, but a warm friendly smile. "I see you came prepared." He pointed to my backpack.

"Oh! That, I was hoping to draw the wolf and possibly the meadow. It's so..." I snapped my fingers, trying to find the right word.

"Whimsical." We said at the same time.

"Yeah," I breathed, turning around.

"Are you British?" The guy asked in a curious tone.

"Yes, it's pretty obvious."

Silence.

"Do you go to school at West Moon High?" He asked.

"Yes." I sighed. "Hey what's your n-" when I turned around, he was gone, the wolf in his place. "Where did he go?"

(I suppose it was my imagination. But if it was, why did he seem so... Real?)

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Ch.1:

(One two. One two. One two.) I thought as I walked down the hall to my locker.

(Back pack: check
Books: check
Pencils: check
Notebook: check
Elbow-so-I-could-hit-people-out-of-my-way-on-the-way-to-class-or-lunch: check.)

"Hey, Rosalie, right?" A husky voice came from behind me.

(Mystery guy?)

Sure enough, when I turned around the boy I saw last night was standing in front of me.

(Holy bloody mother of starburst, his eyes are freaking gold!)

"Y-yeah." I manage to stutter out.