Raised By Wolves

"No! At least not in front of him!" she screamed before she looked at me. "I love you, baby." The man laughed as he reached down and cut her throat. I gasped as she fell to the ground, blood flowing from her open throat. I let out a scream so shrill it made my throat burn. The man laughed again before slashing my face. I fell to the ground, hot tears falling from my eyes. The man put his knife back in the holder before leaving the cabin.

As soon as he was gone I got up and went to mommy who was laying on the floor. A sob came from my mouth as she didn't move when I shook her. She only lay there in her pool of blood, not breathing.

So, my five year old mind working nonsense, I ran out of the cabin and into the forest. Mommy had told me not to go off the path but I couldn't even see straight and just ran. I ran as fast as I could, blood dripping down my cut face.

That night I couldn't find my way back to the cabin so I found a hollow tree that had fallen long ago and I curled up inside, pulling my sweater closer to me to keep warm. I fell asleep within an hour, tears never ceasing their flow.

About two hours later I had woken up to something warm and fuzzy curling next to me.

"Mommy?" I muttered as I pulled it closer. I opened my eyes and gasped when I realized it was a huge wolf. In my child mind I had thought "puppy!" She raised her head and looked at me. I saw her teeth and got a little scared but then she moved closer and we were nose to nose before she ran her tongue on the massive cut across my cheek and temple. I smiled and hugged her around the neck. That's where it all started.

That's when I started being raised by wolves.