Reminiscence

Chapter 7

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What if this wolf was innocuous?

What if he was not toxic or volatile?

When I was in my 9th grade literature and writing class I learned a little about wolfâs habitats, hierarchies and all that  intricate laws that justified in the wolves.

All I remember was that there was an established   alpha, the second was a beta and the rest were underlings.

I glanced at the black wolf, gauging for any clue of what he was. He was strong, built in a sort of muscled way. He also held himself in an almost pretentious way.  And as if he knew what I was thinking, the black wolf pulled back his mouth protruding his fangs at me. 

I jumped slightly back, bumping my shoulder into a tree, which caused slivers of pain to course through my body.   I winced. I heard rustling in from of me, so I lifted my gaze to find myself face to face with the most entrancing eyes I have ever seen. Eyes of sweet honey with hints of blue lightning at the side; the wolf was one of the most unique I have ever seen in my life.

While I was contemplating; the main subject himself cocked his head to the side, almost in response, opened his jaws, and his tongue licked my face.

How the hell did he get so close? I reared back in shock at what happened, which caused the wolf to rear back a little. Pushing on his hind legs, his tongue rolled out to lick his nose.

His eyes following every little move I made, whether it was a rub of my nose to stretching my legs. And in response, I was trapped in this wolf 's eyes. 

Mine!

Mine!

What the hell was that? The voice seemed to have come from my head,  almost like tugging my forward to this wolf. But before I could dwell more on this, a crash, so loud and disturbing, it made me loose focus on the wolf. I quickly turned my head to the side and vigilantly focused on the woods.

In three seconds, two separate things happened.

One....the rangly wild wolf leaped out of the woods to pounce onto the black wolf, his teeth sinking into the black wolf 's shoulder with a crunch. 

That made me shudder at the pain.

Two....a man appeared from the trees, his clothes were ripped and his arms had scratches. Almost stirring a familiar sensation that I somehow recognize this unruly barbarian,I looked closely to his face and paled .

Oh my god!

The unruly man was my father. He was hunched over, his hands blistered with blood and mud. He swayed on his foot, and slowly lifted his head to meet mine. His eyes widened, and he gaped at the sight of me. 

"Daddy!" My coarse voice seemed to draw the attention of him on me. Impulsively I raised my arms and ran in my father 's direction, but I faltered when I remembered what happened before. My father also seemed to opened his arms but remembered when he started to lower his arms.

My dad opened his mouth, "Anabelle I--"

But this eventful reunion was cut short when I bounced away to escape a falling tree trunk. I barely skittered away because one of the branches scraped the side of my arm, making my arm ache. The momentum of how quickly I moved pushed me to slip onto the ground; and my hands on instinct push down to break my landing.

"Ana!"  Dad!

Suddenly I heard crashing and growling... but not just one... but several. I didn't have a clue on what was going on. I looked up slowly and suddenly there wasn't one wolf... but two wolves.