Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

TWO

I don't know how long I had walked, but I did know that I should have definitely found my car by now and I should have probably been in a village by now. But instead, all I saw were denser trees and untamed wildness. Panic engulfed me, making my head spin and my limbs started to feel like I was carrying my own weight in rocks on my back.

Sitting down, my heart beat was still pounding against my chest, placing two fingers over a pulse point, I found my pulse beating erratically. I had to get home. But how? I had no idea as to where I was, I should have found my empty petrol silver car by now, and since I'd been walking in a straight line, I'd yet to come across a road. Or even a farmer's field, and those were everywhere in England.

When a growl sounded to my right, I froze, it was a growl like I'd never heard before. Slowly turning my head, my eyes met a creature that looked like a shrunk and slightly different angled version of a wolf. Maybe it was one of those rare species, I thought, before it suddenly occurred to me that wild wolves were extinct in England.

Its teeth, however, looked just as sharp as any wolf's, and right now, they were being bared at me as its muzzle rippled in a silent snarl. Slowly standing, the wolf like creature growled loudly this time as instinct ripped through me, making me run. I didn't care for the direction, but I did care that this wolf was easily eating up the space between us. I felt it's breathe hit my skin like an icy warning as I clambered up onto a fallen tree, but the wolf followed easily.

Jumping off the fallen tree, shock filled me as I fell further than I'd thought I would, caught by the branches of a tree. Looking back up from the fallen tree, I saw that the tip of the fallen tree had actually been on a cliff edge. Then I looked down and was thankful to whoever was watching over me that this tree's branches were here. The wolf creature stalked the edge of the fallen tree before it jumped down onto the cliff top, clearly trying to find a way down to me.

While the wolf was occupied and my heart pumped adrenaline through my system like I'd just drank a litre of caffeine, I looked at the tree that was growing out the side of the cliff and saw that the trunk was rather thick and shouldn't break unless something heavy came down. Something heavy like the wolf. As the wind blew, I also felt a little covered by the leaves that protected me from the worst of it.

Staring up at the wolf, I watched it as the sun overhead slowly left me in darkness, and it was only as darkness was rising that I saw the wolf finally give up on me, heading out for easier prey. And it was only as the moon was high in the sky that I gave up watching the cliff's edge. That exhaustion dragged me into a deep sleep while I was burrowed into a part of the trunk of the tree. Tomorrow I'd start finding my way home again I promised myself. Tomorrow I'd find my empty fuel tank of a car.