I opened my eyes.
It was late at night, I expected to find myself in my room's bed, instead I was laying on the hard ground, in the midst of who knows how many trees, it was the first night in my life that I spent out of my house.
I turned around. Next to me, laying in my bag, there was Dave.. he took part of my life since not so much time but it seemed like I've known him forever. In front of me I saw Grace, the first friend I've ever had.
Next to her there were Nicholas and Violet.
Nicholas.
He said he would guard but at the end he fell asleep too, poor guy..
It seemed like the only one awake, was the undersigned.
I got up, paying attention not to make too much noise and walked towards the border of the stream.
The clear water sparkled in the moonlight, which was reflected on the smooth surface.
There was silence, the only thing that I could hear was the rustle of the huge waterfall which was a few meters away from me and some cicadas singing, typical of summer nights.
Actually I didn't even know that cicadas existed in America.
I crouched down and put my hands together to drink, the water was freezing.
The humidity and the fog around me made me shiver. I remained there for some moments to look around me.
When I finally decided to get up to return to the others, I noticed something that drew my attention.
Two lights, two torches which were staring at me. Two light blue diamonds.
Then they disappeared.
Maybe I imagined the whole thing, I thought. Definitely, tiredness got the better of me. I shrugged my shoulders and turned around to the brazier, which by now was extinguished, where my friends were sleeping.
Thinking about it, it seemed like time passed so fast, but they were only a few days.
In the morning I met Daniel in the woods, Grace in the evening and Dave, Violet and Nicholas the day after.
Wow, it seemed like a lot of time had passed.
Another movement, deflected my attention from my thoughts.
Again those eyes, light blue, which stared at me from a distance, in the middle of the bushes.
A rustle, they started moving, coming to me.
As it got closer I could distinguish new shapes: two paws, actually four, two ears, claws, fur..
A wolf... shit.
I wanted to scream, to ask for help or maybe run away, but nothing. I was like feeling blocked, as if I couldn't move. I tried to put a minimal sound out of my mouth, but all that came out of it was strangled voice, air.
The white wolf with light blue eyes was getting closer, his fur on the top was darker, nearly grey.
I closed my eyes and my knees broke down.
Please kill me quickly, I thought. Make it painless.
While my heart was slowing down and the noise of the steps was getting closer, silence sank into me.
I couldn't hear anything, as if the wolf was gone, but I knew that it wasn't like that.
I could feel warmth, warmth that I knew wasn't coming from the surrounding but from something else.
From the breath of the animal which was in front of me.
I opened my eyes, just a little bit to be able to see something, then I opened them wide.
He was at the same level as my look, a few centimeters from my face, he was staring at me.
I tried not to scream, it would have been useless.
My green and brown iris in his light blue ones.. I felt like I've already seen those eyes millions of times, they looked familiar, as if they tried to speak to me, to tell me something.
I knew he would have never hurt me.
He interrupted the eye contact, turned around and went away, he disappeared between the branches and the leafs of the wood.
I decided to go back to the others. I noticed that the fog between the trees made the wood look fascinating but also macabre at the same time.
I was about to leave the bank of the stream when I heard a noise again.
Here it was.
The wolf was walking slowly on my right side, he was located on a little rised part of the ground, in the middle of the dark shadows of the trees.
His light blue eyes seemed to be the only things to shine in that moment.
He lifted his snout and started howling, his fur was moving with the wind.
I lifted my eyes to the sky, I hadn't notice that that night there was a full moon.
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"There's No Need Of Wings To Fly"
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