Loving wolves

Chapter 24

Alex's POV

I sat comfortably outside the house. The cold air brushed past my face greeting me with chills and goosebumps. I made my dad his favourite breakfast that very morning, to make up for ditching him. But he said he didn't seem to mind. I stared openly at the army of trees waiting patiently for me to walk in. It gently swayed against the chilled wind. As if motioning me to come near. I took a sip of the hot cocoa I made earlier. The warm liquid trickled into my throat and slithered down my esophagus.

I loved the taste of hot cocoa on a winter morning. It felt warm, and right. Dad peeked his head out of the front door on to me. "Are you not going out?" he asked. I shook my head to respond. "Why not? don't you need to see those wolves?" he asked. I sighed. "I want to keep myself away from it all for a bit" I explained. He stepped outside and sat down beside me. "Something happened?" he asked. I hesitated for a bit, then nodded. A bit not sure that I should let dad know. I don't want him to worry.

"Sometimes, I regret wandering into those woods. If I had known it would be like this" I shrugged. "It can't be that bad. You feel like you belong don't you?" he asked. "But I didn't think it would escalate to something I've been avoiding all my life."I answered. "Plus, I'm going to maybe turn into a wolf" I explained. "A what?" he pondered. "A wolf, I've been bitten by Hunter" I explained, sliding down my cloak collar to reveal a bite mark. I scraped my fingers against it "But Isn't that what you wanted? You said you would like to be a wolf" he asked.

"I know, I just hope it doesn't change the way I think. And no matter what dad if I turn maybe today, or tomorrow. Please do not take anything I've done wrongly towards you. I might turn out to be vicious and un-caring like Hunter " I sighed.Dad smiled and squeezed my shoulder assuringly. "No matter what you are, you're still my little girl. That same little girl who used to laugh when I did my Elvis impression. That same little girl who loved trips to rivers and the girl who loved morning wing." he smiled and so did I.

I've always liked that about dad. He was understanding, and he wouldn't care if I had changed in some way. He would treat me the same like I'm his little girl. "Thanks dad" I smiled. "No problem" he responded. "You're a strong, strong person Alex. Just like your mother. I'm sure you will handle this perfectly" he smiled. He gently hugged me comfortably and I felt my worries drain away but I felt a tear building up in my left eye as I hugged him tighter. I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. My scar stung slightly as I sucked in another breath against my dads warm shoulder.

After I had finished my cocoa dad had took it off me and walked back into the house, leaving me along with thoughts once more.

My hands fiddled restlessly in my lap. Maybe I should leave all of this behind. Go to an art college and work on my studies. Or get a job for god knows what. Anything seemed fine with me. It's going to be hard leaving the place, but I'm sure I can do it. I'll just think about all the negatives about this place, and soon I'll be off to college. But I'll have to think this with a straight mind. I don't want to have to regret once I've made my decision final.

I heard the rustling of leaves, and the thump of paws. It was a wolf of course, but I can tell it wasn't hiding from me. Otherwise it would have tried to be quieter. The thump grew louder and louder. he/she was coming near.

A golden wolf emerged from the depths of the green. It was Ruben, his golden fur trailing down his body. His snout sank back, and his fur disappeared. Leaving him in his human form. He gave me a small smile, but I simply stared at him.

He walked closer. "Hi Alex" he chirped. I lifted an eyebrows at him and crossed my arms. He looked a little hurt by my actions."Are you okay?"he asked worriedly. I didn't answer."Are you mad at me?" he asked with concern written on his face. I gave him a slight nod. He bent down on his knees so that our eyes are on the same level. "Why?" he asked. His bluey-green eyes glittered with sorrow. "You told him didn't you?" I finally spoke.