Finding Rose

Hello all!

So this is my first story; it is a werewolf romance! I hope it’s not too cliche, but it most likely will be. I prefer to make my authors notes short, but since this is my first chapter in my first book ever, it might be a little longer. -.- If you could vote/comment I would be extremely happy. Important note: I have not edited this chapter yet. There will be errors. After this Tuesday (March 20, 2012), if you find any errors, please correct me. Anyways, here is the prologue and I hope you enjoy! I will upload after 5 reads (this will be for every chapter; I don’t want to post a chapter for nobody to read, but I don’t want to be too demanding *like asking for 100 votes before posting the next chapter...I mean, that’s just insane. XP) Uploading normally takes 2-5 days depending on my schedule. I’ll shup up now and leave you be.

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My story begins in the woods. I had absolutely no idea why I as there, but I didn’t question myself as my feet carried me further into the trees by an unseen force. Perhaps I was dreaming, but I knew it was not so. The cold wind stung my face, and I shivered uncomfortably. My feet stopped. Looking up, I saw a lake. The water looked so welcoming; so clean...

I stumbled towards the lake, not knowing what I was doing. My bare foot touched the water, and I jolted with a start. My eyes focused, and I sighed as I gazed at the ripples expanding in the lake. This was the third time this month that I had managed to find myself in a mysterious place. Each time I randomly started wandering around in a dazed state, I always ‘woke up’ to find myself in a beautiful, isolated haven somewhere deep within the woods. I reached into my pocket for my cellphone and took hold of it. I would have to call my parents and let them know where I was if I managed not to get home by dinner time. Of course, there was no reception. I swore, and in my frustration I threw the useless device into the lake, disturbing the peaceful silence. Not the brightest idea, but hey, I wasn’t the shiniest cup in the cupboard. I turned from the lake in hopes of trying to find my way back home, only to find myself in front of a wolf staring into my eyes.

The creature was massive, to say the least. It was almost as tall as I was, and obviously much, much stronger. It had a brown pelt and striking green eyes. It would be an adorable thing, if not for its stance and expression. Its lips were tightly pulled back into a snarl, and its legs were bent in a low, threatening crouch. It took me a second to realize that I should be screaming or running. Hell, I should be at least a little bit frightened! But my brain was already overworked with confusion and I was feeling drowsy, so I didn’t have any response to the growling creature other than aww, cute puppy...

Do not blame me on my obvious stupidity; blame my mother. She was always the naive, slow one in the family until I came along.

The wolf looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I was not doing anything. Hell, I’m wondering the same thing too. Then it grinned, and wagged its tail. I frowned; all I wanted was to go home and sleep off my weariness, but the wolf said otherwise. I weakly smiled at the happy wolf, and tried to find my way around it. Tried to. The wolf growled and his eyes flashed as his tail stopped wagging. He took a step towards me, and that was when I finally freaked out. I had never taken a lesson on how to confront or escape an angry wolf! What was I supposed to do? Smile and say good doggy? Suddenly, I remembered a chapter in a survival book I once read as a kid. I thought it would be cool to read it. I thanked my curious past-life and did my best to recall every detail of how to not get eaten by a wolf.

If you see a wolf before it sees you, walk away quietly. Nope, that wouldn’t work. The thing was was stalking towards me at this very moment.

Remember, if there’s one wolf, there are always 2-3 more around. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I’m in big shit now.

If the wolf sees you, back away slowly, but avoid eye contact. Eye contact is seen as a challenge. I darted my hazel eyes away from the wolf’s green ones. Too late though...I already looked. Stupid, stupid STUPID Rosabella!

If a wolf chases you, don’t run! They are very fast creatures. Play dead instead. The wolf sprinted towards me, and I shrieked.

Danger, danger! My conscience screamed, and I found myself in a mad sprint. The wolf roared, and I screamed once more. The lake was right in front of me. I started to run along the side of it, but a silver wolf bounded in front of me and I had no choice but to swim if I wanted to live. I jumped in. This was no time for thinking; it was time for swimming for my life. I shut my brain down and put all of my energy into kicking my legs and swinging my arms. I wasn’t the best swimmer; in fact, I was one of the worst in my old swim team, but at least I could swim. I felt my body go numb from the icy water. My clothes suddenly seemed too heavy. I wanted to live so I would have to do anything, even if it hurt my pride. Taking a quick break in my swimming, I discarded my clothes, leaving myself in my bra and underwear. And in that three second period it took me to take my clothes off, the wolves had caught up to me. I kicked faster, harder, working my ass off in order to save myself from the paddling wolves. I was too slow. One of the wolves bit my ankle, pulling me to a thrashing stop.

If a wolf attacks, protect your head and neck. That was the last tip about wolves in the survival book. I curled into a ball in the lake and wrapped my hands around my neck, and squeezed my head between my knees. This was the last thing I could do. But it would be to no avail; I would die. At age sixteen. I could imagine the headlines of the local newspaper: Girl found slaughtered in the lake; lake running red. My mom would be sobbing, and my dad, who never once shed a tear, would be holding my mother close, weeping. My brother would be in a dazed state, refusing to believe what had happened. And I would be dead. A wolf purred and licked my leg. I shuddered, and shut my eyes. Tears fell, and I let go. There was no way I would live. I kicked the wolf that was clenching onto my ankle, and it cried out. My body sank. Finally. I looked up to see the two wolves scrambling to catch me, but I was too far gone. The attempted to dive under the water but couldn’t reach my sinking, curled up body. I felt my side hit the sand with a inaudible thump, and I breathed out the air I was holding in. The bubbles floated to the top, popping at the surface where the wolves were still desperately trying to get me. This was a much nicer death. Peaceful, relaxing...

My vision went blurry, and the last thing I saw before I sank into oblivion were sunbeams shining into the water, and a teenage boy swim under the lake to join me. A boy with striking green eyes.