This day had just bee too weird. There was something about those new guys that just didn't add up. Something I was determined to find out. They gave me this feeling, the same feeling that'd I'd had this morning after the dream. Were they somehow connected? No, they couldn't be. What, was I turning into some kind of 'Seer' now? I scoffed at myself but yet I still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to the dream this morning. Something that I shouldn't know. There's a saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat', well I'll just have to take the risk.
I took a detour on my way home to the wood on the outskirts of the city. This had been where the dream was set because I recognised the familiar pattern of the trees. Leaving my moped inside a hollowed out tree, I began tentatively walking, being careful to avoid as much of the undergrowth that could grab at my ankles as possible. I knew where I was going, I used to go there as a child with my friends. The Circle Of The Wolves.
A local legend has it that a young maiden was lost in the woods and found herself in a clearing encircled by shadowed trees. Out of these trees came wolves, growling and drooling saliva hungrily at her. Surrounding her. It's believed that the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was the wolf lunge.
Whoa, hang on a minute. The legend was exactly like my dream. Why was I dreaming about that? Oh well, I suppose it's just my subconscious using my thoughts to conjure up a dream. This was silly. I'd just come up with a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why I'd had the dream, so why shouldn't I turn back. Because I didn't believe the perfectly reasonable explanation, that's why.
Gritting my teeth, I carried on forward, pulling my arm sharply as my coat snagged on a thorn bush. It ripped. Great, just great. The sky was starting to turn dark. Blimey, how long had I been out here? It couldn't be that long surely; I'd better hurry up because being stuck out here without a torch was NOT going to be good.
Quickening my pace, I ventured right, following the triangle markings I'd drawn on the trees as a child. I was surprised they were still there; I'd have thought the rain would have washed it off by now. On closer inspection I realised that these marking had been recently drawn on. I had marked it with yellow; this had been done in white. Was this a trap? Was somebody trying to lure me here to do God knows what? I should turn back. One half of my brain was telling me to turn back; the other half, the winning side, was telling me to carry on. So I did.
And found myself stepping into The Circle Of The Wolves. It really was a magnificent place. I remembered how I'd basked in the sun, in the centre of the clearing, Harri running round me badgering me to play with him. Now the light from the ever-brightening moon lit up the area. Really, where had the time gone?
I stepped into the centre of the clearing and looked around me. Nothing here, so I could go now. Curiosity solved. I turned back to where I'd entered the clearing. And my heart nearly stopped. I heard the snuffling of something evil and the gentle padding of paws on the forest floor. That's when I saw them. Five dark silhouettes emerging from the trees. The largest one's eyes sparkled wickedly and drool escaped its gaping jaw. Terror spread through me as I realised my dream was coming true. But it took me too long to realise; I didn't move quick enough to escape the tightening circle the wolves had formed around me.
I looked at each one. They were all huge; the size of something out of a horror movie, and their bulk was covered in jet-black fur (the only difference was the length of it). The last one I noticed had the longest hair, shaggy, but it wasn't that which drew my attention to him the most. Something about those eyes. They looked familiar. They looked like his eyes. Only he could have yes like that. Damon.
He'd been my crush since I started the school in Yr 7, but he'd never noticed me once. I'd taken notice of him every day of my life, my eyes always drawn to his because they were so mesmerizing. They had no definite colour, just flecked with orange, yellow and brown. Truly unique. But what did this mean? I was jumping the gun a bit saying Damon was a crush by day and a wolf by night. I was loosing my mind, and that was because of one thing. Fear.
It suddenly dawned on me that this was the end. My end. The wolves started to advance. I thought back to my family: my mom and my brother. I was all they had. What would this do to them? I should have turned back when I'd had the chance. My last thought was 'Curiosity Killed The Cat'. Ha - it was so true!
Before my eyes closed, I saw the wolf lunge.
