Of the Wolves

Of the Wolves

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The storm was like nothing Nolan had ever seen in his nineteen, nearly twenty years. The rain was so heavy and thick, that even with his powerful vision, he could barely three feet in front of him. His hunting party was struggling behind him, but Nolan knew that stopping would only be worse. His father had told him that if he didn't return with the every single person, that there was no use coming back. Even though Nolan was not in charge of the party, his father would still make him hold the responsibility for it. Through the rain and sleet, Nolan could faintly make out a glow about a ten yards away. "We're going to stop up at the shelter!" He screamed. Some of the men, he knew heard him, he just hoped others would follow. They came to a cabin. It was impossible to describe, because the only way they knew it was there was by touching it. Nolan's feet found steps, and his hands found the door. He knocked. And they waited. He knocked again. And they waited. Nolan was about to knock a third time when the door opened.
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I sense him before I see him but carry on with folding the washing. "I see you found me." I say loud enough for him to hear. I feel him walking towards me. I can tell who its just by looking at their uniform. We all get given a unique uniform that is made for us. I carry on folding the washing whilst waiting for his reply. "We need you to come in." He replies nochantly. I smile and turn around flicking off his hood. "And what do I need to come in for? Brother." I ask, emphasising on brother. His face remains emotionless but his eyes betray him. They are filled with sadness, anger and betrayal. "You know why otherwise you wouldn't have let us find you." He replies. My smile widens. "You know me so well. I had my suspicions but I want to here it directly." I tell him. He growls at me, "They're back. Okay. They are all back." -------------------------------------- Do you ever wish that life was simple? That you could live it normally? I do. I was. But I'll never live it normally.

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