The Encounter

Suddenly she stopped, while she had the chance, and looked around. Her eyes seemed sharper, but the figure was nowhere in sight. The gray smudges surrounded her. They weren't gray smudges after all, the were still ghost-like, but they were real. They seemed to be wolves baring their teeth; their yellow eye glaring at her.

Her backpack was gone and her braid was undone. Her hair was flying around her face. What had gotten her into this? They were getting closer. She took a deep breath.

Something rustled behind her. Cherry didn't want to know what it was-probably her impending death. But the urge snapped her head in that direction.

The black figure, it's probably their leader. She bet they were waiting for its command. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited, but nothing happened. Just wait, she told herself.