Night Of The Wolves

Layka's POV

I ran and ran until I couldn't breathe anymore. I was being chased. I didn't know by who or why. All I knew was that I needed to get away as fast as I could. I stopped by a near by tree to catch my breath.

I thought I had lost the person that was following me, but then I heard a branch snap behind me. I made another run for it. I could here someone, a him to be precise, laugh.

"You can't run for long. You'll be mine soon."

I ran as fast as my legs could stand. I could feel him getting closer and closer until he pounced on me. I didn't want to open my eyes; I was afraid. I couldn't take it anymore.

My eyes snapped open and all air left my lungs. There was a huge wolf on top off me looking like it wanted to eat me. It's eyes were dark green with a brown coating. The next thing I knew the wolf bit me on my left shoulder.

I shot up from my dream. I was hyperventilating and sweating gallons. I looked around to check my room. I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. These nightmares keep feeling more real and real each night.

These dreams started ten years ago, when I was twelve. My parents took me to a psychologist but my dreams kept getting worse so I just stopped going. I got up knowing I wouldn't fall asleep again. My clock read 6:30 a.m.I took a hot shower and started thinking about the wolf. There is no possibility that werewolves even exist. That thought scares me to the core. I got out of the shower and wore a white blouse and blue jeans.

I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and just stared blankly at my counter. I lived in a small town just outside of Charlotte. Pineville is small so everything you do comes out in the public. You get divorced one day and the next everybody finds out. Everyone was so stuck up in other people's business they didn't know what was going on with their own damn life.

I grabbed some books I checked out from the library and my converse. I was going out to my friend's coffee place and it was just in the heart of the town. Her name is Delilah Maddison. We have been like nail and dirt. We've been friends since junior high and she has stuck with me through the ups and downs in my life.

I have a small house close to the woods, too close for my liking, but I still loved it. Everything around here was walk-to. So I just decided to walk to the coffee place. It didn't hurt to walk but it was a little unsettling especially after my nightmare.

When I arrived at the place I sat at my usual table. Del immediately spotted me and walked up to me.

"Hey Layka, What you been up to?"

I sighed,"Oh you know. Same ol' same ol'."

"Still having those dreams, huh? Don't worry everything is going to be fine. You know what would make you feel better, a chocolate chip frappé."

"I'd love that."

She gave me a smile and she went to the counter. While she did that I grabbed a book I checked out a week ago about legends. The title is Urban Legends and Folk Tales in Charlotte. I stopped at a page with a wolf looked almost like the one in my dream.

It read:

In the early 1800s there were many reports about animal attacks towards farmers and their cattle. One farmer claimed to see a wolf the size of a horse.

Some stories say that when you dream of a wolf-man it means death. Many who have either end up in a mental clinic or disappeared. No deaths were reported.

Others say that when a werewolf bites you, you turn into a beast within days. Although these are stories many natives still believe in tradition.