I woke up screaming and panting; the bed clothes wrapped around me and my hair plastered to my sweaty face. I stared at the crack in the corner of my bedroom as I waited for my breathing to calm to a more normal pace. Fumbling, I untangled myself from the cocoon around me before rushing into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I stared at my reflection. It showed all the signs of a nightmare; from the purple bruises under my eyes, the pale shade to my face and the dark hair sticking to it.
I rarely had nightmares and if I did, they weren't really scary. But this one had shaken me and I admit it, I was frightened. Of what I don't know; the darkness, the wolves. My death. So why should it matter, it was only my imagination running on a very scary course. Though, for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to the dream. I didn't have a clue what, but it was just a feeling in my gut.
My whole body felt sticky with sweat, so I decided to take a shower. The warm water was soothing and soon the lavender scented steam (made by the essences I'd lavishly poured in) began to wrap me up in its embrace and the nightmare started to fade. I hadn't realised how long I'd been in the shower until I felt the water turning cold, so I towelled myself before changing into jeans, purple silk blouse accessorized with a floral scarf and plimsolls, then going downstairs for breakfast. Mom and Harri were in bed because it was still early, but I couldn't get back to sleep, even if I'd wanted to. The cocoa pops tasted like cardboard but I swallowed it down all the same, sipping at the tasteless water. I looked out the window to see the sun shining and the morning dew on the grass and trees sparkling.
There was nothing for me to do, so I grabbed my coat on the way out before getting onto my BLUE XX3 moped. The engine purred into life and I was whisked off on my little haven. The city was waking up, the usual hubbub of the day just starting as the sun rose in the sky. I was heading for my favourite place, the best place to see the sunrise as it sent shimmering lights across the water. Breathing in, I could smell the familiar sea salt in the air, with its refreshing and relaxing properties that made me forget everything just for a few minutes. I listened to the gentle waves lapping at the edges of the shore and the call of a bird in a nearby tree.
Reluctantly, I looked down at my watch and saw that it was about time I headed off for school. The ride to R.D Plass High School took me past Mari's house, who was always looking for a ride if she could get one. She was already waiting by the gate for me and was quick to fix her helmet and hop onto the back of the moped, holding my waist in a death grip. Thankfully, I only had to suffer this for ten minutes before we were at the school.
Gaenor and Rhiannon were already there, standing protectively by their shiny neon pink mopeds (I know - pink!). "Hey G, nice hair, colour suits you", I said enthusiasticaly as I unbuckled my helmet.
"Hi Carys, hi Mari. Thanks, I had it done at the weekend. Rhia thinks she might go red. What do you think?"
"Reds cool but - ", but before I could say anything else, three beautiful things roared into the car park (and I'm not just talking about the identical pristine Harley Davidsons) causing everyone to stare - the boys because they were jealous of the infinitely better mopeds and the girls because, well isn't it obvious. These guys were Drop Dead Gorgeous. The one closest to me, fluidly jumped off his spotlessly clean Harley, removing his helmet and shaking his glossy blonde mop of hair out, which framed is oval face. His eyes were like sapphires and his smile was one that looked as though it had been practised in the mirror many times. He was well built and muscular, and these muscles were emphasised by the close-hugging black t-shirt he was wearing.
Then the second biker got off and removed his helmet. He too had sapphire eyes but his hair was black and it looked as though he'd used half a tub of gel on it to get it to spike just perfectly. He was broader than the first one and wore the same black t-shirt.
The final biker was completely different, as he had brown hair that was just left loose and his eyes were green, but not sharp green like emeralds, just green. His face was more rounded and he wore a sort of shy smile. He wasn't as big built as the others and his muscles weren't so obvious. What I noticed about him particularly is that he didn't think he was all that, not like the other two, who were practically being drooled over by the girls in the car park. The only thing they all had in common was a tattoo on their right shoulder - a wolf head. This mornings dream came flooding back, in which I could see this exact wolf.
He turned and met my mesmerized gaze, his smile brief but one that he only shared with me. Then he turned and strode in line with his brothers (I'm presuming they're brothers because of how similar they look) to the front office, everyone turning with them and shuffling closer to the reception to get another look at these new arrivals.
Though I didn't know it then, this is when my life changed forever.
