Wolves And The Woman

Chapter Four- The Pack

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Chapter Four

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|The Pack|

I found myself holding onto Sylvester for my dear life as he ran through the forest. The cold wind cut and tore at my face. I heard Sly's breath start to get more and more troubled as we continued.

"Do you need a break?" I asked politely, it was a simple gesture that caused me to have a bunch of unwanted hair go down my throat. I coughed and raised one hand to my face to get the hair out.

I heard a growl from underneath me, it sounded like a warning. Let me think of something he would say... Maybe something like, "would you be more careful?" or "why do you always go and make more trouble for yourself." I would have laughed to myself though I didn't want the feeling of hair scratching my neck again.

I looked down at his black fur that was engulfing me. I ran a finger through it. I felt him shiver at my touch. I wonder if big cats still purr. I thought to myself the possibility and almost laughed again.

I heard him growl again as a warning.

I looked around at the beautiful snow. It was beautiful now that I didn't need to fight for my life anymore. Well, I still need to fight for my life, but it's no longer in the way that I was used to. Though I was glad the snow was no longer a nuisance and I could enjoy it for what it was. A beautiful creation of nature.

I felt him start to slow down so I got the idea to look around. I saw nothing but snow for miles. "Where are we?" I whispered into his ear as he continued to trot along.

Then I remembered that he would not be able to speak to me. Stupid, I was stupid.

Then out of nowhere, 'You promise you will not cause any harm to my people?'

His voice was in my head and it scared me. What witchcraft is this? I gasped in shock and almost let go of his fur. I hugged him closer just in case. I have never experienced the sensation of someone talking in my head. Well clearly.

"What the fuck was that." I breathed back into his ear.

'I will not allow you to bring harm to my people.' He said again into my head. It sent shivers down my spine. How could he do that? How is this possible.

Then I had an idea. Maybe I was dead and I was living my gorgeous, sick fantasy.

"I will not," I promised, honesty lacing around every word.

The words lingered in the air for a while. It felt like he was debating my honesty. Though I knew that my words were true. If he cannot agree with them, I would be happy going back to the tree house to die.

The feeling of wanting to die crept up on me again. It hit me like a physical blow. I breathed out of my nose and hid my face into his fur. I wished I would disappear.

Why was my brain like this? I just survived one of the hardest weeks of my life. Going through numerous encounters with death and finding out I didn't want to die. Only to get bit in the ass with this unbearable sadness.

'I believe you.' The words cut into my mind like a knife cutting through warm butter.

Seconds later the worlds changed around me.

One second I was in the middle of a forest and the next I was staring at huts and cottages that had fire coming out of their chimneys. There was life going on around me.