Her Spirit Wolf by Raveen Daniel

She is tired,

It has been seven days, seven whole days of running, to where? you would ask, but the runner doesn't even know. Stupid.

Seven days ago was her eighteenth birthday, the day that was supposed to be the best day of her life, the day she has been looking forward to since she was five.

But here she is, in the middle of nowhere, clothes torn and dirtied, hair a mess, feet bare and battered, seven days after her birthday.

Honestly she expected her mate to be reasonable and kind, not some stupid push over.

Heaving and messed up, she decided to catch her breath, her feet hurt badly and her heart feels like it was going to burst out of her chest.

She stumbled and dropped to the floor to catch her breath, her head was hot, heart pounding against her rib cage.

Blindly running her hand around her neck, she grasped the pendant of the necklace her father gave her seven days ago, even without looking she knew it was beautiful.

The necklace glowed a bright yellow, warming its way into her heart, as if to comfort her for all the pain she was feeling, for some reason she felt the presence of her mother from the necklace.

The necklace glowed red in an instant sending distress signals and she knew something was wrong, behind her a leaf crunched. She immediately got to her feet and blindly faced the direction of the sound.

" Who's there," she said trying to sound less scared. What she got as a reply was a growl, not like any other animal growl she was used to.

" No" she whispered, she knew exactly what it was, and now she could hear them,

They are everywhere.