Entwined Destiny

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"The strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." Rudyard Kipling ★☆ 10.02 ★☆ Training The Birds sang beautiful melodies as they flitted high in the canopy. Wild flowers and trees moved swiftly with the morning breeze. The perfumed richness of the flowers tickled my nose as I leaned my back against a tree, fingers on the rough peeling bark. After taking a deep breath, I clenched my quivering fingers into fists. This training was simple: make it to the finish. I lowered my body, peering through the tall, verdant grass to make sure it was safe. I stood up and sprinted in the direction of the next marked tree. A loud growl filled the air, and I pushed my legs to move faster. My heart palpitated wildly in my chest. After turning around, I ducked down, avoiding the sand colored wolf from knocking me to the ground. Turn around and face your adversary! Andrew's husky voice echoed in my mind, as a soft whisper. His voice managed to distract me long enough for the wolf to disappear from my sight. I grunted, eyes darting in every direction. She had to be hiding somewhere. When I took a step forward, the wolf jumped in front of me. My heart almost jumped right out of my chest as I stepped back. Her chocolate toned eyes stared intently in my direction, scrutinizing my movements. She pounced on me, but I leaped over her and my feet landed on the ground perfectly. I whirled around and pressed my hand against the bark of the birch marked with a smudged X. I waved my hands in excitement. "Ha! I passed!" Andrew jumped down from the tree, landing light as a feather. He glanced in my direction with an expression I knew too well. He brushed back his flowing, dirty-blond locks with his hand as he took a step c... ... middle of paper ... ...body shuddered, but I stood in front of him, ignoring the demands in my mind for me to run. I couldn't leave them here and I wasn't about to. He pounced on me and knocked me to the ground next to my brother. I raised my hands, preventing him from sinking his sharp teeth into my neck. A cry for help escaped my lips as I struggled to prevent him from ending my existence. His claws pierced through the fragile skin of my arm, and I cried out in pain. Blood dripped down my arms into the now red grass. I searched desperately for something to defend myself with, but found nothing of use - rocks and branches wouldn't help me against this wolf. Tears trickled down like a flowing river. The wolf snarled, using more force to push his head closer to me. My arms quivered as the strength left my body. No, I can't give up. It can't end like this... © 2013 Ivette M. Torres

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