The Legend of The Unseen

This is a mythical story that will intrigue you and hopefully you will lose your self in it.

Since I got here, I have been getting up super early to help my grandparents around the grounds. Every morning I walk around the back of the house when day break has barely started. I can scarcely see two feet in front of me because of the seemingly everlasting fog. But, every time I walk past I feal like something is watching, and sometimes I think I hear a twig break, or low padding on the ground. This morning something is different though, the feeling of being watched is overwhelming. I wheel around to see a pair of big, dark, glistening eyes, about eye level, staring straight at me. He or it or what ever it is and I just stand here, staring. I don't know how long we stood there, but the longer it was the faster my heart raced and the harder it was to breath. The last thing I remember was it finally moving closer to me out of the shade of the dark, dreary woods.

Beautiful other worldly wolf like creatures. they can go back and forth whenever they please. they can hide there true wolf form, so as not to scare humans or draw attention.