Superimposed The Misjudged Alpha

Lolita bade farewell to her grandmother as she promised to be back early for dinner. Fully clad in all-black attire, a black top with a matching black jacket, accompanied by her black trousers, she was ready for the usual.

 There is no way her backpack was not black. Oh yeah! Did I mention that her motorbike was also black? Guess I just did.

 Lolita had no way of explaining her feelings at the moment because she is accustomed to doing such random things that surprisingly lead to very positive outcomes. 

 At the moment, she only feels a certain urgency like never before, to rush to the Hardwood forest without the least bit of knowledge of what to expect out there. 

 Due to the sense of crisis, Lollita sped above the speed limit on her unbranded custom-made motorbike. A wolf needs saving, so she thought.

 There was no patrol team on the road leading to the Hardwood forest as no patrol vehicles ever bothered coming towards the area around Hardwood forest unless on request. 

 Moreover, the town folks wouldn't dare go towards the forest after Sunset. It isn't fun to court death after all. 

 Actually, there is one resident of Smallville who dares, not only at Sunset but at any other time of the day, even at midnight.

 Lolita, in her all-black attire, could not be made out but still garnered enough attention from anyone she passes along the road. 

 There were a lot of curses thrown at her as she sprayed dust everywhere she passes. As residents had never seen such a hooded person in black before, they could only conclude that the rider was just passing through town and was rushing to be as far away from Hardwood forest as possible.

 Lolita entered the forest and felt as though a compass and a map were directing her steps. At the final turn the motorbike could cross, she suddenly killed the engine and headed deeper into the forest on foot. She did not give a damn about any lurking animals as she has never been at their mercy. If anything, all other animals are at her mercy. 

 As a result, the wolves, lions, tigers, and all other dangerous creatures in Hardwood forest avoid her path whenever she arrives. 

 Although the friendly wolves still get close to her, no other animal could stand her sight. She never understood why all the wolves in Hardwood forest love her so much that they call for her when they are in distress. 

 She has never really stopped to think about how she communicates with them in the first place. Why does it come so naturally? It's as if she is one with the wolves, but she's human. Strange! Isn't it?

 It would be awesome to see her expression when she finally finds out the real reason she seems to have a certain affinity with the wolves 

 Lolita was mistaken enough to think that, this was going to be just like any other trip into the forest whereby she saves a wounded wolf or rescues one from a hunter's trap and returns home after treating the poor animal. Unfortunately, she was bound to be disappointed this time around. 

 There was no sound when she stepped into the forest as it was eerily quiet. There was no howling of wolves as expected, no chirping of birds, and even the owls were nowhere to be seen either. 

 The only noticeable sound was the hushed chirping of crickets. Could someone tell her what is going on right now? Even the crickets are being careful. 

 Lolita couldn't help muttering "what the heck is going on here?"

 The eerie silence of the forest did not affect Lolita in the slightest. As a child, she had never been afraid of the dark like other kids her age.