Moon Falls

Chapter 6

Trees pass me in a blur as I run, but I know I'm going in circles. A giggle echo's past me, too close. My fur stands on end, I need to get away. I skid to a stop as a wall grows in front of me. I turn around, they're getting closer, more of them now. Where's Cole? He's supposed to keep them away! The wall closes in around me and the children, their faces glow with happiness. Warm hands grip my paw, hugging it. I look down. Mason! His blue eyes look up at me, shinning brightly, but his eyes start to dim, turning into a dead blue, his skin turning sickly pale. I howl in pain, my heart shattering again.

I sit up quickly, gasping and clutching my chest against the pain. I glance around the room, confirming that they aren't here. Cole is still asleep on the sofa and I sigh, happy I didn't wake him. I run my hands through my hair, my body ache's, still needing sleep, but I know I won't be able to sleep again. The glow of a blue light catches my attention, coming from under the sofa Cole is sleeping on. Careful not to wake him, I climb out of the bed and pull out the source of the light. Now holding a small laptop, I climb back onto the bed and turn it on. I load up the internet and search wolf attacks in the last few years. Once clicking on the third link, I finally find what I'm looking for; a news article titled: Demon Wolf Kills Young Boy! I scroll down, reading the article to myself. A small family were attacked by a demon wolf in their own home on Saturday.

Jackson Lecroy, 24, husband of Ria Lecroy and parent of Mason Lecroy, was out at work when he received a disturbing call from his wife that there wolves attacking their house at about 18:30pm. After rushing home, he found Ria Lecroy huddled over Mason, who unfortunately was unable to protect her son from the wolf attack.

We tried speaking with Mr Lecroy, but were unsuccessful. We have been informed that he and his wife will be staying with relatives while they grieve the loss of their son. As for the wolf, there has been a ruthless search for it to make sure it's not in the area, we will continue searching until we can confirm that it has moved on.

I scroll down, scanning the rest of the information and skipping to a few links at the bottom dated a week after the accident, that's when he found me. Clicking the link, it takes me to a video and plays automatically. A woman appears on the screen, repeating everything the article had said, then the camera turns towards the forest where a group of men and Jackson are walking towards the woman. Two men rush towards them, wearing green coats with Wildlife Control written on the back of them. The woman asks Jackson questions about the wolf, what he knows about it, whether going after it was the right thing to do. He looks at her, then the camera, his eyes dark, full of anger and pain. Shouting comes from the computer, the woman and cameraman run towards the group forming at the forest edge. They drag out a cage, a large, black wolf with blue eyes cowers in it, looking at everyone nervously. The animal control guys rush forward, pushing people away from the crowd, police officers join in, trying to stop the shouting and riot forming as the group grows. Jackson rushes forward, there's a flash of silver on the screen, then screaming and shouting. Blood pools from the wound now on the side of the wolf's chest. A high pitched howl and cry is coming from the wolf, the woman on screen runs towards the cameraman, screaming to turn the camera off. The last thing I see before screen goes black is Jackson watching as his wife and mate bleed out slowly. A hand brushes my hand lightly, then pulls it away from gripping my side where the knife had cut into me. He holds it for a few minutes, then moves towards me. I pull my hand from his and turn away from him, leaning over the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. He doesn't come near me again throughout the rest of the night. Guilt twists my stomach, making me feel sick. How could I put such a lovely family in danger? They looked like fighters, but I doubt they could get out of Jackson's traps or take his pack on without being ripped to shreds. I could teach them, but would that be putting them in more danger? Make the fight more interesting for the rogues? Would it not be better if they didn't have to fight at all? I could run again, lead him away from here, but whats to say he won't hurt them to get to me? What have I done? I sit there with my thoughts for the rest of the morning, unable to move. When movement to my left catches my eye, I glance over quickly, wiping my face while doing so. Cole sits on the bed next to me, watching me.