The girl who cried wolf

Chapter 8

The girls ran as fast as they could, their hearts in their throats. Clara's bare feet soon turned numb from the harsh cold wind. They tried to keep together as best they could, but it seemed as if the trees were blocking their way, trying to separate them.

"Clara! I can't run anymore." Olivia panted, bending over,

"No! We can't stop." Clara whispered, "They could be anywhere."

"Clara, we've lost them, obviously."

"Wolves can track, Olivia. They'll find us, we need to think logically." Clara looked around, thinking about all the survivalist programs she's ever seen. When the blurry memory hit her again, her mother clambering up the tree to get away from the wolves. "Climb." She said, jumping onto a pine tree.

"What? With my nails?" Olivia replied, putting her hands up. A blood curdling howl ripped through the air, and Olivia was up the tree in seconds. Clara lay her legs out on the tree branch, Olivia sat on the other side of the tree trunk, holding her phone up in the air.

"Have you got reception?"

"What do you think?" Olivia snapped, shoving her phone in her pocket, "I hate the woods. It took mum, and then Samantha, and now us."

"Olivia, the woods didn't take mum or Samantha, the wolves did." Clara replied, "And they won't get us either, if we think logically."

"What did mum do? Did she think logically?" Olivia asked, peeling off a piece of bark. Clara thought back to Aunt Georgia's words.

"Your mother wasn't well... It was like someone was watching her..." Clara debated with herself over telling Olivia this. Olivia was only a baby when their mother was killed, but Clara didn't want Olivia thinking badly of her mother.

"Olivia... I was talking to Aunt Georgia the other night, about mum..." Clara began, before telling Olivia everything. "Aunt Georgia said that she wouldn't even let me outside, she never took me places, in fact, she barely even spoke a word to me." Olivia was silent, soaking in what Clara had just said.

"So she was crazy?" Olivia said slowly, this was exactly what Clara had feared.

"Mum wasn't crazy! She was sick!" Clara attempted to defend her dead mother.

"She was crazy, Clara. Crazy enough to wonder outside into the woods at night when there's wolves in the forest." Olivia replied, Clara became silent.

"Mum was a good person I'm sure of it!" Clara was starting to say more when the unmistakable howl of a wolf cut her off. It flew through Clara, making her body tingle, she wanted to go to it. She felt like... it was instinct....

"Clara!" Olivia hissed, Clara looked up, "What the hell are you doing?" Clara was about to jump off the tree when she came out of her trance.

"I have no idea." Clara sat down again. The night continued on, Clara could feel the wolves waiting for them to try to make a break for it. They were ready to pounce.

Ivan's wolf was getting irritable, it kept on growling within him, becoming restless. He battled with it, telling it to be calm, its time would come soon enough. Alex lay in a bush of blackberries, he was so still. How was he controlling his wolf so well? Ivan looked at Tim, who sat near a pond, the long reeds hiding his sleek wolf well. Tim was a little fidgety, but not as much as Ivan was. Ivan changed positions, from sitting to laying, his tail twitching. This was so annoying, how was he meant to lead a pack when he couldn't even control his own tail?

Ivan thought back to the days when he first became a werewolf. He was about seven. He struggled to control his wolf. But the alpha of that pack, Pete, had taught him to be disciplined with it. He remembered when his wolf first bowed to him, letting him be dominant, and Ivan loved it. Pete taught him to never show mercy, to see the fear in the enemies eyes. And when Ivan turned twenty, he killed his pack, except for Pete. Together, they made their own pack, but when Pete began weakening, Pete's wolf took over his mind. Pete disappeared the next night.