The Wolf Code

I was running out of breath. We could see territory line now. We were about 30 yards away.

The shouting was closer now.

25 yards.

I could hear my brother's pants for breath, but he wouldn't give up.

15 yards.

We were almost there, we could get help from the pack. I had hope.

10 yards.

My eyes widened as a realized: I wasn't going to make it. I had tripped on the shoelace of my shoes.

"Avi!" I screamed as I tried to grab on to him, but it was too late. I had fallen on the ground. I looked up at him. He had stopped to help me.

But I had refused. I would save him from being captured. I stared up at him.

"Run."

He hesitated, but then grabbed my teddy bear, which I had dropped, and ran over the line.

There stood my brother, hidden in the darkness. My grey eyes met with his light brown ones.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed to me, looking ashamed. Then a look of determination crossed his face. He balled his hands into fists. Then he mouthed:

"I swear, I'll find you again."