PictuGetting to my little feet, I ran, as fast as I could, to try and buy Aidan time. Funny how me the little one is expending everything to save the older one. I felt dark thoughts plague my mind, distracting me and making me lose my footing. Tumbling, I fell to the ground and rolled for awhile, stopping only when I hit a tree stump. Hugging myself, I wished that I was back in my room. The scrapping of soft material against hard one made me realise that I had reached a warmer side of the forest. I stood up, or did what was like standing, and faced my fate. Standing at the top of the slope I had rolled down on, the wolf seemed to laugh at my predicament. I really hate that wolf.
My thoughts got more berserk, like winds howling on the oceans, signifying the oncoming storm. I had always got these thoughts but my grandmother taught me how to control them. Calming my breathing, I closed my eyes as the image of the approaching wolf turned dark.
