Born Wild

black wolf

MAINE

After shedding my fur to skin, I roll my shoulder backwards and instantly knew I pulled a muscle. Stupid trees. Pulling my sorry for an excuse of a door open, well more of a piece of metal covered in dirt and grass, I enter my haven. People's definition of luxury may be different, but this house is the homiest place I've ever slept in. Crouching down, I hold onto the strong branch to steady myself and place my feet where I normal take refuge to sleep. It consists of a pile of blankets I've collected when I was hunting through the woods. I sigh and put my mind at ease, at least I don't have to sleep on the hard surface of the tree. I smile at myself; small victory matters as much as the big ones. I see my once fluorescent pink blanket with heart patterns beautifully stitched on by my mum, now a faded pink with several holes. That is my only remembrance of my old reality. The reality I longed so often, but know I'll never be able to reach. I vividly remember my parents gifting it to me when I was 5, they called it my invisibility blanket. A smile graces my lips, letting myself remember the joyful memories.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1.... daddy's coming to get you" he put on scary voice. That's doesn't sound like daddy at all, that's the big bad wolfie mummy and daddy always tells me about when I'm being a naughty girl.

"Uh oh" I whisper to myself; daddy can see me easily. I'm hiding under his desk and I'm sure he can spot me from a mile away. I can hear his footsteps and I know he's still downstairs looking for me. Then I remember my best weapon of all time. My invisibility blanket daddy got me.

I love my blanket so much, it's so soft, it's pink, it has tiny hearts, and it has powers. My blanket is in my room, so I tiptoed out of daddy's office and ran to my room quickly. I spot my blanket and wrap it around my body making sure I hide my head. He only thing I didn't cover is my face, but daddy wouldn't know, he can't see me.

"Silly daddy" I tell myself quietly.

Heading bravely downstairs with my fluorescent pink blanket covering me, I clutch the piece of fabric with two hands under my chin. I tip toe down the stairs but stop and I see daddy making mummy laugh. I'm so powerful he can't even see me. I giggle making daddy turn around looking at me. I panic but I then remembered he can't see me!

"Baby, where are you!" He walks to me, but I know he can't see me, I'm super super powerful. I walk to mummy and tug on her dress, so she knows I'm here.

"Maine baby, you scared mummy" she bent down to kiss my cheeks. How can she see my face I'm invisible right?

"Hide sweetheart daddy is coming!"

I ran towards the couch, but I was too fast and the blanket fell exposing me. "Ahaaaa I found you!" Daddy shouts coming towards me. I run towards mummy putting my hands wanting her to protect from the monster. She carries me and we start running away from daddy making us all giggle.

A sweet memory of my loving parents that will forever be embedded into my head. Nothing will compare to the pain I felt the moment our bond were severed as they took their last breath. A pain like no other. After I took off for safety that dreadful night, I remember the excruciating pain I felt as my pack was slaughtered one after the other and all I could do was run and hide. I cried to the moon, crying and my body distorted from the pain. All I heard was the blood curdling screams, the scent of blood suffocating me and my own fear running through my veins.

Coward girl.

"I was only 12" noticing I said it out loud, I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts that had been consuming me for many years. It's been a long day and I need to rest to prepare for another hunt tomorrow, I didn't manage to grab more meat from my catch earlier because of those stupid rogues. I let my shoulder sag and sigh. Pinching the pressure points between my eyes using my index and thumb, I remind myself that I'm lucky I got out safe and I can worry about hunting another day. As of right now, I have enough to last me a week and that's the most important part. Deciding to rest, I snuggle up to my makeshift pillow and cozy blanket to escape reality even just for a little while.

My escape.

I'm startled out of my sleep by growling beneath me. I recover quickly from my sleepiness and my senses are on high alert, no one has ever found this place. This is impossible, I've just managed to rest after my encounter with the rogues and now I must deal with this. My irritation and frustration very clear as it roll like waves throughout my body.

They are in my territory.

I flatten myself again the wooden floorboards and peep between the cracked wood to see two wolves circling each other, fangs out ready for blood. I couldn't help but notice and compare the two. One smelt rotten, the wolf is covered in matted fur, most definitely a rogue. The second stood tall, eyes are piercing red, his fur black and glistening from the moon. The moon favours this male. He is of power; his aura is demanding. I shiver not from the cold but from this male's dominance.

He is impressive.

I can feel my wolf insisting to go forward and take control, but I decline, she finds this male worthy of her attention. Taen by surprise by her willingness, I push away the thoughts and focus on staying silent. The rogue is no match for this black wolf. He is much shorter, thinner, and vulnerable as blood drips from his underbelly. Death is what lies in front of this rogue, he is moments away from it. Yet he continues to test the black wolf's patience, he growls and tries to distract him, but this male knows what he wants and that's blood.

A growl that is incredibly powerful breaks through the silence of the woods, it has me frightened and intrigued. That growl had left the rogue to stiffen and I see his tail slowly going between his legs, even from up here I can hear his quiet cries. That growl can't just be from an ordinary wolf, this wolf radiates power like no other.

He's an alpha.

I've always had bad encounters with alpha's whilst being on a run, majority of them are egotistical and power craving idiots. My father was different, he wanted a better future for my pack and neighbouring packs as well. His kindness became his downfall, other alphas were threatened by my father's proposition. So, for them to still stand on their pedestal and lead with violence and fear, they killed my father, my mother and obliterated the Eastern pack for good. They are all cowards; I cannot lie and pretend that I have not once thought of revenge. The truth is that revenge became my motivation when I was discouraged, my food when I was hungry and a deep craving for their blood when I was thirsty. One day I will make them pay, slowly and painfully.

I'm too deep in my thoughts to realise both wolves are now looking straight at me. I look at the male that intrigued me, I hold his stare for a moment, but it was long enough for the rogue to be able to escape. I don't dare break eye contact with him, he is terrifyingly enchanting. His eyes hold me captive, he's putting me into a trance I don't want to break out of. A shiver run through me; his eyes so red that it terrified me. I don't have a single idea on what's happening, but I am not staying her to find out and play detective.

He is first to look away and before I know it, I can hear more wolves coming my way. I need to prepare for a quick escape, I grab my pink blanket and my bag filled with clothes and food. I take one more glance down, but the wolf has now disappeared, I sigh in relief. I'm not taking any more chances, the last thing I want is to be around any wolves, let alone and alpha. I take a deep breath in, calming my heart as I'm getting ready to jump through the trees for the second time today.

But before I can push off the branch, I hear a voice that sends warmth throughout my body. That voice, not once have I heard it before has the ability to overpower my body with its smoothness. I am terrified but at peace. This voice can control me, and I don't like being out of control.

"Come down little wolf".