The Wolf's Chosen

HT OF T

s and whispering tre

e was only a teenager, but that was it. There wasn't any other notable feature about him.

of him, one could see he had an arm to his left side. From the way he c

were righ

aths, he made extra effort to get to his f

through the night, carried by t

r them now. Behind him, figures swooped through the trees but th

Perhaps, ahead lay the road. A surge of hope rushed through him and he found himself surging forward with newfound strength. He was closer to the r

out getting caught. He knew the vehicle wasn't going to help. He appeared on the road now. It

he w

. He could hear them from behind, covering in

ll from his shape alone, tender-looking with full curls. There wasn't enough

determined to face whatever lay ahead, but she didn't act anything as such. She seemed panicky, her eyes moving from the windshield to her baby wrapped comfortably beside her. She didn't

lled c

tole a glance at the child. The glance was enough to take her attention off the road for a second. She missed

she looked up again, she opened her mouth wide and let out a scream, kicking at the brakes instantly. She l

ady g

o get a good picture of what she was

as gone in a split second. Looking left, right, and around, with hands shaky wit

n strength with every move, he stumbled down a hill, groaning. He fell with his face to the sky and a

sh

d swear he looked familiar. It was too late

p and placed him on his shoulders, sneaking through the four oth