GREY

Blizzard

One day blurs into the next, I've lost track of them now and its a never ending cycle of snow bellowing outside. The day after we won the war an unforgiving blizzard tore through the valley, winds of such high force made it nearly impossible to go outside as branches and other material is flying through the air. The un-buried bodies of our wolves must decompose with the rain pouring down on them and the Northern winds blowing them into nothing, that is no way for a warrior wolfs body to rest. There simply was not enough time to dig, bury and bless the bodies before the sudden storm hit.

We've become trapped in our own home, sending me stir crazy as my wolf is begging to go for a run, but at the moment it is far too dangerous. Our only way of communication with the rest of the pack is through mind link, some families informing us that their loved ones never came home when the blizzard struck. A search party will be needed after the storm subsides.

Sitting on my bed I look out into the storm, it is hard to see anything as a sheet of white flows through the air, the needles of the giants as fully exposed now as the wind has swept away the thick layers of snow, some smaller trees have toppled over missing our village houses by inches.

My wolf is pacing in the back of my mind, whimpering to herself she is restless and in need of a run sending me on verge of insanity. She is too stubborn.

Stop it! I snap at her but she ignores me still pacing back and forth.

There is a blizzard and I cannot do anything about it, its not safe. Still the stubborn wolf ignores me as she fights to take control, with all my strength I push her away earning an angry growl, she has no place to be taking over.

The pack house is full of wolves yet I have never felt so alone inside these walls, it seems I was the least injured compared to everyone else. At the moment my brother, Marcus and Beta (NAME) are bed rested. My mother is either by my fathers side, nursing my brother or offering support to the Betas wife Beth after losing her youngest son while her other other two males lay critically injured. I have not left my room in days, my mood is flat and I probably smell terrible as I haven't showered since the battle. Blood still stains my skin, some of it isn't even my blood.

There has been no improvement in my fathers condition, he still lays in a coma. I cannot bring myself to see him this way so I avoid my parent bedroom at all costs, I'm so close to my family yet I have never felt so distanced from them.

There is no noise apart from the beeping of the machines nursing the wolves back to health, the beeping is never ending as is the constrictions of the breather that helps my fathers lungs work properly. My mind is racing with boredom and need to exert some energy, my wolf howling and battling against me for control.

Looking out of my window a figure catches my attention, I can just make out the shape of someone standing within the blizzards raging winds. What if that is one of the missing wolves? I need to help them.

I grab my coat lined with the skin of a lynx for extra warmth and my snow boots, quietly making my way down stairs its no surprise to see the house empty as everyone is tucked away in the bedrooms. As soon as part of the door open the wind pushes against it making me tumble backwards, the door swings open slamming into the wooden structure of the house. I pounce back on my two feet and race for the door standing outside I shove my foot up against the door frame and pull the door shut with all my force.

The sound of the wind flying through the village is deafening, my ear drums begin to ache with the thumping noise the wind makes with each turn through the air. The layers of clothing I wear do nothing to add extra warmth as the cold flies through my body making goosebumps rise all over my skin.

I can hardly stay balanced or keep my eyes open as I trudge through the snow, a pane of white impairs my vision with the snow the wind carries. I am now regretting leaving the sanctuary of my bedroom. Slowly I make my way towards the forest edge where I saw the figure standing before, they could be injured. My feet give way several times due to the force of the wind and each time it is harder to get up.