Achlys
When I heard that there was a story on the news about me, I was furious. They had pictures, too. They released my name. Now everybody's going to know that I lived on my own, as soon as all the reporters start flocking my house, if they haven't already.
I decided I wouldn't go to school anymore. Let them all think I died. Maybe, while I was taking this little "vacation," I would die. I wouldn't leave the house for anything. I had enough food here to last me a while, I just had to make sure to eat the perishable food first. Winter was coming fast, and I hated driving in the snow, so I stocked up on food that would last, to decrease my driving. The only time I left my house in the winter was to feed the wolves. I had to get someone else to do it this year.
I regretted that I had to ask someone else, for fear of a few things. One, they could frighten the wolves into attacking again. If that was the case, they could send hunters out, because the wolves were becoming a danger to the human population. Yeah, I thought. Then humans would become a danger to the wolf population.
My second worry was that they wouldn't know how to take care of the wolves. Five years of experience have taught me the little I know, and that's not even half what I needed to. I could distinguish the differences between the alphas, betas, and the lowest ranks, omegas. I knew which wolves to feed in which order, and which one liked to eat how much. A stranger would know nothing of it.
The third and final worry of mine was what would happen to me. If I went out, would he find me again? Would he try attacking me?
He's been after me for years, trying to find someone to "save me," or so he puts it. He was unsatisfied that I didn't have a boyfriend, unlike my younger sister, Amanda, and my twin, Angel. Angel went through boyfriends so fast that you'd think they never existed. Amanda, though, was much more efficient.
Somehow, I started to believe that my father was behind the attack.
