It's cold, wind and snow slaps into the side of my body; in front of me stands the double doors that lead to the orphanage I grew up in.
I place my hand on the bronze door knocker; I can feel the cold metal tingling my fingers, it sends electricity through my body.
I pull the heavy knocker up and get ready to drop it, but before I do, I get a sudden overwhelming feeling of uncertainty.
I close my eyes, breath in deep, then slowly release.
As I exhale, I can see my breath.
'It's so cold' I thought to myself.
'Why can I feel it?' I ask myself, feeling more confused.
I can hear footsteps in the snow, but I know I'm not moving.
Looking around I see nothing but white, the wind is throwing the snow around so fast I feel I'm in the middle of a storm.
The wind is so loud I feel like my ears are going to bleed, pushing hard on the big double doors; my ears are greeted by a sudden silence, and my eyes receive a blinding light.
"Sanza?" a voice called out, sounding distant.
"Where have you been?" The voice was deep and sounded out of breath.
"We've been looking for you all night!"
'Mr Dawson?' I asked myself, trying to pin-point a face to the voice.
"SANZA!" the voice shouted, waking me from my blind daze.
"Mr Dawson" I blinked several times, looking around I tried to figure out my location.
Surrounded by trees and glowing eyes I realised I was back at camp, well not camp, in the forest near our camp, but regardless I was in the safe perimeter, well at least I was meant to be.
Looking back at Mr Dawson I realised he hadn't really blinked or moved for a while now.
"Mr Dawson?" I questioned but received nothing.
"MR DAWSON?" nothing, looking around I could see that the wolves around me were frozen still, same with the soldiers currently in human form flanking Mr Dawson.
'What's going on?' I thought to myself.
"I froze them" a woman's voice responded to my thoughts.
"But I didn't say anything?"
'You don't have to, we are linked and can communicate telepathically' She spoke into my brain.
"Who are you?" I asked the voice, looking around I tried to find the source of it, suddenly standing in front of me is a young woman.
"I'm your sister" she spoke.
YOU ARE READING
Wolf
WerewolfSanza was an orphan until Mr and Mrs Dawson adopts her into their family and Sanza soon realises Mr Dawson is the leader and head doctor of a werwolf pack. Realising things are not as they seem Sanza also makes a new discovery about herself, somethi...
