On a cold night my heart entwined,
My soul trapped in the emptiness of stone,
The truth I wish to see but are somehow blind,
My burden to bare, my wolf alone
I stood in between towering pines. A howl pierced the silence. I could feel the mud in between my toes as I ran. I broke through the tree line and saw the largest wolf ever. It was a russet colour and it looked at me with such human eyes and in them shone complete and utter love.
I stumbled towards it as I reached it my hands stroked its beautiful fur. Sighing in content, its head turned towards me and licked my hands. So beautiful. The wolf walked away from me, leaving me behind.
"No don't go!" The wolf kept going and melted into the tree line. I was about to run after it when a boy came from the trees. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. Man, he was hot!
"Lyssa, you know I could never leave you" He chided me. He smiled at me and I found myself smiling back at him. When I looked in his eyes I knew it was the wolf, my wolf.
A dark shape shifted through the woods. An unnaturally pale girl with red curls and crimson eyes stepped out. The boy growled and his grip tightened around me. He then pushed me behind him.
"Lyssa, whatever happens don't phase, please, keep yourself alive. Promise me." He whispered furiously. Tears blurred my vision.
"No, I can't live without you" I argued back.
"Promise me" he was so broken I nodded my head. "Say it Lyssa"
"I promise"
He was shaking like crazy. I watched the red-head; the way she walked reminded me of cats, graceful predators. The boy raced towards her and changed the ratty shorts he wore ripping as he once again became a wolf.
They fought. And she won.
"Say goodbye to your mutt." Then she snapped his neck.
"No!" I bolted up in my bed. Panting, I gulped, sweat drenched, my black hair stuck to my neck and back. I sobbed for the boy. I must have been louder than I thought.
After a while I fell asleep again. I woke up and looked around my room. It looked so huge and empty. Most of my stuff had already been shipped to my Cousin Sam's place. I was sleeping on an old air mattress from the attic.
Sam said it was no problem and that he couldn't wait to see me after all these years. I haven't been to La Push since I was 12 I'm now 19. Lots must have changed. I threw on my white converse, faded jeans with a red tank top that complemented my olive skin tone nicely.
I headed downstairs and grabbed some orange juice.
"Morning Dad" I said as I stole some of his toast.
"Morning kiddo." Then he noticed how tired I looked. "Another dream?" I nodded. "Maybe we should postpone La Push. You know until these dreams stop" it sounded very reasonable but I'd been so excited to go there and meet Sam's fiancée Emily.
"Dad, the tickets bought. I'm going today." A few hours later I was on a plane leaving behind Cork, Ireland for Forks, Washington. This was gonna be a big change.
A few hours later.
I stepped off the plane, adjusting the strap of my duffle bag I walked over to where Sam waited.
"Hey, thanks for this." I was caught off guard when Sam picked me up in a hug. "I missed you too. But Sam you're kinda suffocating me!" Putting me down, he smiled.
"Well you're my only cousin. Is that everything?" He asked eyeing my duffle bag. I nodded. "Come on so." We drove the entire hour talking about how things had changed for both of us.
Man, I'm so glad to be back in La Push. Depressing that I have to hide part of myself from Sam. But I have to, to keep him as far as possible from the supernatural.
