The White Wolf

The White Wolf

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 9, 2019
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Paranormal
I could hear the howl in the distance, as the hunter drew closer, I could feel his burning gaze on my back. I was running as fast as I could, my heart felt like it was going to burst through my ribs at any moment. Panting, I turned to catch a glimpse of the beast. 'He is close. I have to keep running! I can't stop! Come on! I ran farther than this before! What are you weak? Just breathe and keep running!' I could feel the hunter's hot breath on the back of my legs. I knew if I fell or made one misstep I was dead... Emberline Rose Forest is turning 18, it has been 11 years since she lost her mother to a murderer. She doesn't know that her whole world and everything she knows is about to change. What will she do when things are revealed best left in the dark?
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

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