{Sam's Dumping Grounds}

[Ranger of the North]

Pffff that's actually hilarious XD XD

[sammmy]

Word Count: 844
Other: Ok I know this is probably pretty bad, but I really wanted to post it anyways. c: (I'll probably re-write it later)


“Maybe just one more slice.” I spoke as the waitress looked hesitantly back at me.

She made a note in her notebook then rushed off to the back of the restaurant. It had been 3 hours. I had bought appetizers, dinner and now was onto my third slice of pie. And he still hadn’t shown up. It was our 1 year anniversary. I should have known he wouldn’t come, but somewhere deep down, I had wished he would. My insides twisted uncomfortably as an old man and woman glanced sadly at me from a few tables away. I let my head sink into my propped up elbow and I traced the pattern the wooden table made. He had never showed up to any of our dates before. This one was important though. I told him that. I know I did. At least a hundred times. But he still didn’t bother to show up.

My eyes filled slowly with tears as I waited for my third dessert to come. I didn’t want it, in fact, I was so full I thought I might explode, but I had still ordered it because it meant an extra 20 minutes that John might show up in. A lot of the time people thought I should leave him, but I couldn’t. I loved him. I still love him. He had never actually done anything to hurt me, well physically at least. He would just never show up when I needed him. But that didn’t mean that I didn’t love him.
When the waitress came back with the pie, I smiled vaguely and stared at it. I didn’t want it. Suddenly, a man walked in and slide into the seat across from me. Startled, I jumped slightly but peered at the man with interest. He had messy black hair and big brown eyes that I could just melt into. He wore glasses and grinned with a playfulness hidden in his eyes.

“Sorry I’m late babe, traffic was horrible!” He stated loudly and leaned across the table to me. “Hey, I’m Michael, whoever left you sitting here is a horrible person, but I refuse to let you eat alone.”

Startled, I blinked at him. I didn’t know this man. He was being kind to me, and I didn’t know him at all.

“Just roll with it.” He smiled teasingly and I found myself grinning back.

“My name’s Emerson.” I said. “Do you want my pie? I’m so full already.”

I pushed the plate over to him, hoping he would take it. He nodded graciously and began eating it.

“So tell me about yourself Emerson.” He peered up at me from behind his huge goofy glasses.

“What do you want to know?” I asked, sitting up straighter and playing with a piece of my hair that had slipped over my shoulder.

“Anything.” He shrugged and smiled.

“Ok well, I work at a coffee shop down the street, I read a lot of horror books, and I really love sea turtles.” I smiled proudly at my last statement.

I knew it was odd, but I didn’t really care.

“Sea turtles huh?” He teased and I felt a blush creeping through my cheeks. “Well, as you know, I am Michael, I really like the colour red, I have a tattoo of a scythe on my arm, and I really like horses. Specifically, black horses.” He smiled and I returned the gesture, thankful to be sitting with someone other than myself.

It was the first time in a long time that I had been genuinely happy. When Michael finished the pie, the waitress came over once more with a look of relief.

“Are you ready for the bill ma’am?” She asked politely, a smile lighting up her tired face.

I nodded enthusiastically and she left, returning with the bill shortly after.

“It’s on me.” Michael spoke up, opening his wallet, and pulling out 40 dollars.

“No way! You were kind enough to sit with me and eat my pie even though you had no idea who I was, plus you didn’t order anything.” I spoke to him strictly, but I was grinning still.

“That’s ok, I mean this was a date, so I don’t mind paying.” He told me.

I looked away and felt a strong blush filling my cheeks.

“There is no way I am letting you pay.” I insisted.

As the waitress came over, he tried to give her his money, but I was too quick. She gave me my change and I picked up my coat and purse. Michael led me outside with an arm wrapped around my waist. When the fresh air hit my skin, I felt amazing. Michael stopped and turned to me.

“If that boyfriend or whatever gives you any trouble, I wouldn’t mind having dinner with you again.” He winked at me and handed me a small piece of paper.

Written on it in messy hand writing, was a phone number. Underneath, it read; Call me. -Michael. I looked up to say thank you, but he was gone.

[sammmy]

Word Count: 981
Other: I think I'm in a funk :c


“I was a fool to believe in you.” He spat the words into my face and I stumbled back a step.

Silver tears streamed down my cheeks as my face spread with shock. He had never said anything like that to me before. Never. He had always been supportive of me and kind. He had snapped and argued with me a couple times of course, but he was my older brother, of course we had gotten in fights, all siblings did. This was different. I could tell. He wasn’t just angry with me, he was never going to speak to me again.

“Luke, I-I’m sorry!” I stammered as he pulled the small child’s body away from me.

I didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything I could say. It was my fault she was dead. He had never asked me to babysit before. He almost always got a nanny to and if he couldn’t get a nanny, he would ask his neighbor. We had a fine relationship, Luke and I, but we were never close enough for him to trust me with something like his daughter.

When he had asked me, I was ecstatic. I wondered, of course, why he had asked me, but I didn’t question. I quickly packed and drove an hour to his house. I only had to babysit for a weekend. I told him he didn’t have to pay me. I didn’t want money, I was just happy for him to trust me. Him and his wife were going for the weekend to a spa. It was his wife’s idea. I liked her. She was a lot like me and we got along very well. She was now on her way home and when she was going to get there, her only child was going to be dead.

“It was an accident!” I blurted out when Luke didn’t respond to me.

He slowly looked up at me. His eyes, which were normally a soft blue-green colour, were so filled with hate that my heart skipped a beat. I was terrified. I knew it was my fault, but it was an accident! It really was! His dirty blond hair suddenly looked wild and messy and my older brother was unrecognizable. It really was an accident though.

His little girl, Esmerelda or Emmi for short, was just playing outside. Luke said I could let her play outside. I was watching her for a little while and she was just playing in the sand box. She was perfectly content. So I told her to stay still because I was just going to go inside really quickly and bring out a snack. I thought I was being a good babysitter. She said she would stay put, so I went inside to cut some apples and I arranged them all on this little plate with some crackers and I didn’t hear anything out of place. When I came back out, Emmi wasn’t in the sand box. I told her to stay in the sand box, but she didn’t listen! I looked quickly around the yard and that’s when I saw it. Up in one of the birch trees, sitting contently on a branch, with her dirty blonde hair blowing around her like a halo, was Emmi. I tried to yell at her to come down. I told her that wasn’t safe and she needed to come down right away. I walked over, to help her down, but as I got closer, she slipped. Her foot touched the branch below, but it slipped off and before I could scream or say anything at all, she was falling.

The snacks fell out of my hands and I was running towards the tree as fast as I could, but I was too far away. I got there just in time to see her hit the ground, head first, in front of me. I rushed over to see if she was ok, but she wasn’t. Blood ran quickly through the blond hair that held the halo of the little girl I tried so hard to take care of. I carried her inside and called Luke first. Then I called the cops. Luke had gotten there first and now he held his baby girl in his arms, waiting for an ambulance. I knew it would be no use though, that little angel was already in Heaven.

Luke refused to look at me and instead kept his face on the small delicate face of his child. She looked so innocent. Her eyes were still open and they shone the same blue-green her father’s held. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her body. I wanted more than anything to shut her eyes. I didn’t want to see them anymore, but I knew that one move towards his daughter and Luke would rip my arm off.

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The ambulance came shortly after and the paramedics hurried inside to study the girl. The first man reached over and felt for a pulse while Luke held Emmi helplessly in his outstretched arms. The man shook his head gravely.

“I’m terribly sorry, but she’s already gone.”

Luke let out a sob and buried his face in her already drying, blood filled hair. I covered my mouth to try and muffle a sob that I myself wanted to let out. When Luke looked up from the small girl’s hair, he stared directly at me with demons dancing in his eyes.

“Get out of my house.” He spoke slowly, calmly.

The calm was eerie and threatening, but I was too shocked to move.

“Get. Out. Of. My. House.” He repeated.

I scrambled to me feet and didn’t grab anything as I rushed out the door, tears rushing down my cheeks and sorrow gripping my heart. It was my fault and I knew it. It was my fault Esmerelda was dead.

[Pyjaks]

OMG HOW DID I MISS THESE
I only read "maybe just one slice" so far but it was SO CUTE ;_; <3 finally something happy again XD it actually gave me an idea for my next one shot as well!!!
AHHH I love your writing so much<3

[sammmy]

OMG HOW DID I MISS THESE
I only read "maybe just one slice" so far but it was SO CUTE ;_; <3 finally something happy again XD it actually gave me an idea for my next one shot as well!!!
AHHH I love your writing so much<3

Thank you!!! I can't wait to read your one shot!!! <3

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1, 719
Other:


“It all ends, today.” The young man, hardly older than 20, walked quickly almost leaving me trailing behind.

His face held some sort of determined mask. He seemed ready. I knew for sure that I wasn’t.

“But, Cahir, I don’t even have my full wings yet! How am I supposed to help!?” I took big steps to keep up with my fast moving mentor.

He hardly seemed to notice my efforts to keep up. His eyes were fixed far ahead of him and he hardly seemed to hear me at all. His blond hair held golden streaks that were casting sun sparkles onto the ground near by. His wings, which were full grown wings of course, were white but showed the same golden accents his hair had. They were folded right now, so they didn’t take up space, but I had seen them only once, fully spread out. They were gorgeous. I was jealous. His wings were probably twice his arm span and the feathers ruffled softly, almost as though they were dancing. I knew today, I would see them spread fully once more.

“Cahir?” I tried again.

This seemed to get his attention. His eyes turned quickly towards me, with a look of almost scolding. As though I had broken his concentration, and in his defense, I probably had.

“How can I help if I don’t have my full grown wings yet?” I asked for a second time.

He briefly waved away my comment, like it weren’t important at the time. I thought it was pretty important considering he was taking me into war with him, and I couldn’t do most magic by myself. I turned my attention to the white floors, which once seemed so comforting and peaceful. Now they felt mocking. The pureness of them was wicked in a sense.

I tried to ignore the growing feeling of concern, of fear, in my stomach, but it was difficult to stop. Or even quiet in the slightest. I was terrified and I still had no idea why Cahir was taking me with him. I knew no other apprentices would be fighting in this battle, so why was I?

“Cahir, please tell me what’s going on…why am I fighting?” I continued to walk along side him, quickening my pace to keep up, but I needed to ask.

He stopped abruptly and turned to face me, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“Listen, I know you’re scared. I know that you feel out of place, like you won’t be able to do anything, but you can do more than any other apprentice and even more than some angels who have their full grown wings. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t take you into this battle if it were up to me. I wouldn’t even consider it. You are very important. But it’s not up to me. So the best I could do was train you to the best of my abilities, and I think I have. Now, you don’t have your full grown wings yet, because you technically aren’t old enough to have them, but if you were old enough, you would get them in a heartbeat. So I need you to trust me. You can do this. You can fight beside me, and I will have your back the entire time. If you need help, you need to yell. Got it?” His voice was filled with an urgency I had never heard before.

I silently nodded my understanding, but I was shocked. I had never been told before I was actually good at anything. I thought every other apprentice was learning the same things I was. I guess not. Cahir turned back and began walking once more. I followed, but my mind was swimming with thoughts. Why was I so great? Who said I would fight? How dangerous was this going to be? And most importantly, would I even be alive to get my full grown wings?

We got to the end of the hall and Cahir turned left into an entrance I had never been through before. It was the same sterile white that filled every other hall, but there was something different about this one. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until we got to the end of the hall and I turned back to notice that there were small, extremely pale, specks of purple along the wall. Something that no other wall in the compound held.

At the end of the hall, was a room with two huge silver doors. There was a swirling pattern that winded around the edge of the doors and came to an arching loop in the middle before twirling off again in opposite directions. Cahir walked purposefully up to the door and knocked in a pattern. Once, then three times, then once, then twice. The door swung heavily open and inside was the most beautiful room I had ever seen.

The wall was once more covered in purple specks and though they were still quite pale, they were much more prominent then in the hall. The wall also had a similar swirling pattern to the doors, with silver arches and circles and loops sprawled all across the wall. The ceiling rose into a point in the middle and was engraved with various shapes of wings and colours and animals. In the middle of the room, a huge desk filled up the space. The desk was cluttered but some how still managed to look neat. Sitting at the desk, in a huge comfy looking chair, sat a man I had never met before.

“Aakil, sir, I have brought you the apprentice you have asked for.” I watched curiously as Cahir folded his arms in front of his stomach and behind his back, and bent into a deep bow.

He glanced sideways at me in doing so, and gestured for my to bow as well. I followed Cahir’s lead, then straightened up once more to get a better look at the man known as Aakil. He had a short silver and white beard that stretched across his jaw and his hair was coloured the same as his beard. It was fairly long and shaggy. The man had large bushy silver eyebrows that were raised in an expression of amusement. His presence held a sort of power I had never sensed before. He wore a long white robe that extended down to his feet and on the robe, a silver sun was printed with the same spirals coming off of it as the door and the wall possessed.

“Young apprentice, it is I that should be bowing to you. For you are participating in a war at such a young age. It takes amazing strength and courage to do so. You hold a bravery that I have not seen for a very long time and you are extremely talented at what you do. But of course, you must already know that.” Aakil bent in a bow similar to ours, but he was bowing at me.

I was confused at his words. For starters, I didn’t get the impression that I had a choice in participating in this war, and there was no bravery held anywhere in my bones. I was almost shaking with fear.

“Sir, I apologize for disagreeing, but I am not brave, nor do I have courage.” I spoke politely, trying not to act as though I was terrified out of my wits.

The man chuckled softly.

“Just because you are afraid, does not mean you are not brave, young soldier.” His response held a muse. “And of course you have courage. You hold yourself the same way Cahir used to hold himself. Back when he was just an apprentice.”

At this, I beamed. It was nice to get a compliment from a man who obviously held power over Cahir, but the fact that he had said I was similar to Cahir, was huge. I looked up to Cahir ever since he had been assigned my mentor. Cahir glanced down at me and smiled, before returning his attention to Aakil.

“Aakil, I believe you are getting off topic.” Cahir held his hands behind his back, but his voice held an amusement and he grinned up at the man.

“Ah yes, I’m afraid you’re right Cahir, getting old…So I have brought you here, young apprentice, for a very important reason.” Aakil raised himself slowly from his throne and began to stretch out his wings.

I let out a gasp. I thought Cahir’s wings were beautiful, but the wings that Aakil held were astonishing. His wings were a white colour, but not as pure as the other things in the compound. They held a silver shine as the feathers smoothed themselves, and purples speckles littered the silver – white of the wings. They were slightly longer, I noticed, than Cahir’s, but settled themselves in the same dancing like movement. The wings sat gracefully as Aakil began to make his way over to me. He walked until he stood over me, his long gorgeous wings blocking out everything from view.

“It is time for you to receive your full grown wings, young one.” His voice was calming, but I felt a flutter of excitement erupt in my chest.

“But Cahir said I was too young!” I blurted out before I was able to stop myself.

“I believe, what Cahir said was technically you are too young.” Aakil’s eyes were lighted in soft amusement.

He then wrapped his enormous wings around me. It felt like a blanket of warmth and protection had been placed around my entire body. The feathers tickled my nose as they brushed so close to my body, I could feel their soft light touch. Then, the wings were being removed, and as they were, I felt my wings growing. They stretched and stretched and I thought they never would stop, but they did. They were slightly shorter than Cahir’s and instead of gold, or purple, my wings held delicate swirls of pale blue. I knew the swirls matched the exact colour of my eyes. Excitement bubbled in my stomach. I finally had my full grown wings, and they were perfect, but the excitement died down when I remembered why I was getting them.

I was going off to war.

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1, 492
Other: I think I'm going to write some more sad stuff after this :3


“You must believe me!” I screamed at her.

She gave me a look of pity. I was disgusted by the look of sadness on her face. She thought I was insane, but I wasn’t! I’m not.

She walked out of the room, giving me one last glance before shutting me inside. I heard a click and knew that meant she had locked me in. She was going to die, but she wouldn’t listen to me! I could help her! Instead, I was locked in my room, awaiting her screams. I knew it would be today.

Suddenly, the little girl appeared in front of me. She just appeared. Startled, I sprang back, attempting to pull myself to feet. The little girl’s hair hung in soft ringlets and brushed her shoulders. It was blond, I remember, a soft blond that reminded me of a bleached yellow shirt. Some would consider it pretty, I’m sure, but I thought it was revolting. Her pale skin clung to her in an odd way and her dress hung off her body like a sheet. Her dress was a pale pink colour and around the waist, was tied with a bright red bow. The bow was big, and took all the attention away from the little girl herself. In her hand, she clung to an old ratty teddy bear. The bear’s expression was frozen in a smile, a smile that mocked everyone who saw it, for this little girl wasn’t as sweet and innocent as she looked.

Though I wanted nothing more than to throw her out the window, I got up slowly and walked one step closer to her.

“Please, don’t.” I only spoke those two words before her mouth, which before was stitched in a straight line, curled into a wicked smile.

Her eyes gleamed dangerously and I had never before seen a look of such anger on the face of someone so small.

“Please, not her, anyone but her, take me! Take me instead! Please!” I got down on my knees and looked pleadingly up at the small evil eyes.

She shook her head violently, blond curls bouncing as she did so, but the vengeful smile stayed plastered on her face. Then, she was gone. She just disappeared. I knew what it meant and I lept to my feet. I took three steps towards the door and began pounding my fists on it. It wouldn’t budge. I took a few steps back, then ran at it, pushing my full body weight into it. The door creaked on it’s hinges, but still didn’t move. I knew it wasn’t going to move.

I glanced frantically around the room until my eyes landed on the window. Why hadn’t I thought of that sooner?! I grabbed the heaviest book I could find and threw it with as much force as I could, through the window. It shattered and shards of glass went flying everywhere. I grabbed a blanket and tossed it over the broken glass so I would be less likely to cut myself, then got up onto the edge of the window sill. I remember thinking how far down it was. That’s when I heard the first scream.

My heart jumped into my throat and terror swept over me like a hurricane. I quickly lowered my body so I was as close to the ground as possible, and dropped, forgetting my fear of the height of the drop. Once I was on the ground, I sprinted to the front door. That’s when I heard the second scream. Panicking, I pulled on the doorknob. It wouldn’t budge. It was locked. Whether the little girl had locked it or Kalila had, didn’t matter. There was a window next to the door and when I looked in, I saw the horrid little girl, standing over my wife.

In her hand, she held the largest kitchen knife we had, and she slowly turned her head to look at me. Her expression held the same gruesome smile, but half of her face was gone. Instead, in it’s place, bone was protruding, yet still, somehow, even the skull wore the smile. Then she turned her head back to Kalila. I screamed, and smashed the window with my fist and climbed in, this time, not caring about whether the glass cut me or not. The little girl turned to face me and her smile didn’t falter in the slightest. Instead, it seemed to grow wider. She eyed me up and down before advancing towards me. This I had not planned for. I didn’t know much about spirits, but I knew what to do with this one. I rushed past Kalila, into the kitchen and grabbed the second largest knife that we had.

The little girl followed me in, one hand raised with the knife, and the other still gripping the teddy bear. I stood with my back to the counter as the blond curls walked closer and closer to me. I was terrified, I’ll admit, but ready. As ready as I could have been at least. I didn’t raise my knife, even as she stood right in front of me and for a second, but only a second, this confused her. Her smile faltered, and her eyes darted from my face, to the knife in my hands. She quickly plastered the smile back on however, and swung. I ducked, but just in time. I felt the knife she held graze my shoulder and a warm trickle of blood began to run down my arm. I hardly noticed though, because I was already lunging towards the teddy bear.

There was a moment of panic, where the tiny spirit realized what I was doing and tried to pull her precious toy away, but it was too late. My knife caught the fabric of the bear and ripped. I pulled the knife through the toy until a wide gaping hole stood in his stomach. Then something odd happened. A sickly green smoke began to pour out of the teddy bear. The little girl looked at my with fury spreading across her face. Her tiny porcelain skin no longer held the evil grin. Instead, she launched herself at me and I tried to roll away, but I hadn’t seen it coming. The tip of the knife dug into my already injured shoulder but halted suddenly as I saw the girl’s face fill with panic. The smoke was wrapped around her ankles and was pulling her into the teddy bear. For the first time, I saw fear in her malicious eyes. Though I had trouble feeling sorry for her.

The whole process took a matter of seconds and soon the oozing green smoke was gone and the teddy bear had stitched itself back up. Relieved, I let my head rest against the counter I had my back to and panted. I pulled the knife out of my shoulder and expected a pool of blood to follow it, but it hadn’t gone in deep enough luckily. I closed my eyes and attempted to erase what I had just seen.

“Althea?” I heard the fragile voice of Kalila from the other room.

I forgot that she had just witnessed something similar to me. Plus, she just found out ghosts exist.

“I’m in here.” I spoke as I carefully raised myself to my feet.

I walked into the living room, all my muscles crying out painfully and found Kalila sitting up glancing around the room with an uneasiness in her eyes. She was leaning against the couch and when I made my way over, she glanced up at me with fear dancing on her face.

“It’s ok. It’s over now.” I said as I lowered myself beside her.

"Althea..." The fear on her face was replaced by guilt, though I couldn't figure out why until she looked down at her stomach.

I noticed that her hand was clutched tightly around her side and dread filled my body. I didn't want her to move her hand. If she didn't, it wouldn't be real. Yet, I slowly reached over, refusing to meet her eyes, and pulled her hand away. Her shirt, which used to be a pale blue colour, was stained with a dark red that was slowly seeping through the rest of the shirt. There was a large tear in her shirt however, and I could see the place where the knife had gone. It was still bleeding. I inhaled a sharp, quick breath and replaced her hand on the wound. I didn't want to look at her. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

"Althea?" She asked softly.

I desperately wanted to run in the other direction, but I looked up at her anyways. To my surprise, her lips were slightly placed in a small sad smile. Her eyes held unshed tears, but she didn't seem scared. I was.

"Althea, I believe you now." She let out a small, breathy laugh before her smile disappeared.

[blackbird.]

why are all your stories so sad??
but they're really good!
i like how creative your story settings are, and how bold the plots are
looking forward to more c:

[sammmy]

why are all your stories so sad??
but they're really good!
i like how creative your story settings are, and how bold the plots are
looking forward to more c:

Aww thank you!! I don't know why they're sad >.<

[sammmy]

Word Count: 974
Other: Not sure how I feel about this one??


“You’re just a silly girl!” The man sneered at me, voice held in a cocky ignorant manor.

“Oh is that so?” I inquired, looking up at him with the roundest, most innocent eyes I could manage. “You know, I suppose you’re right. After all, only a silly little girl could do this.”

A small, almost evil smirk crossed my face as I snapped my fingers once, then made two gestures forward. My other hand moved confidently to my hip and I raised my chin and narrowed my eyes to watch his expression. His hideous dead coloured face clouded with confusion at first, and of course, I knew why. They hadn’t appeared yet. But I could feel them there. Lurking silently in the shadows just beyond his reach. I could feeling hundreds of eyes on me as they gathered and I knew they were waiting for my signal. I kept my face plastered in a smirk as the man thought I was crazy. If only he knew.

“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? A snap?” The man started to bend over in laughter, but my expression only changed to being slightly amused.

The man continued to howl in laughter – excuse my pun – and I quickly got bored. With another small flick of my wrist, a girl, slightly younger than me in looks, appeared beside me. Her hair was frozen in tight ringlets and her bangs were pulled back away from her face. Her hair was as white as freshly fallen snow and her pale skin held a similar wintriness to it. Her eyes were a chilly blue, steely, as though her glare could kill a man. The man that stood in front of us hardly seemed to think so however, because when he looked back up and saw her there, he broke into another fit of giggles.

I could see how it might look ridiculous. For a 16 year old girl to call upon a 12 year old in her time of need. He didn’t know though, that I was 364 and my companion was 523. They say what you don’t know won’t kill you, but I think in this circumstance, that was not the case for the man. The girl that stood at my side, Calypso, did not falter her expression. Her eyes continued to rip apart the man and her lips stayed pressed in a tight line. The man continued to laugh, hunched over, with tears of amusement streaming down his lumpy cheeks.

When Calypso’s lips curled into a small smile of hatred, everything begun. Her wrist was up and preformed a small flick in the air before I could blink and they began to emerge. My family. My pack. Calypso’s tribe. Hundreds upon hundreds of gorgeous milky white wolves slowly emerged from the tree line. Each one held a similar ice blue gaze that was found in the eyes of the small girl standing by my side. Each one with fur that seemed to be made of the feathers of a dove, flowing softly down the shoulders and backs of the beasts as the padded one foot in front of the other.

One continued to tread confidently after the others had all stopped, forming a circle around me, Calypso, and the man. This wolf was different from the rest. He was graced with the same snowy white pelt that the other wolves wore so nicely, but rather than the piercing blue gaze that startled the faces of the others, this wolf had dark brown, chocolaty eyes. This was my wolf. He knew his place was to stand directly by my side. I gave him a small pat on the shoulders without looking down as the man’s laughs began to quiet.

He straightened up and his jaw dropped in shock, for where there had been trees before, he was now blocked by a circle of cotton white. He turned his gaze on me, bewildered.

“Still think I’m just a silly girl?” I asked nonchalantly.

A grin broke out on my face as a low growl erupted and moved like a wave through the wolves that surrounded us. I glanced down momentarily at my wolf, to see his lips curled up in a sneer and is teeth shining dangerously. The man’s eyes grew wide with terror as he spun around, looking for an escape. There wasn’t any.

“Never. Ever. Threaten my pack.” This time the voice came from the small girl standing next to me.

The little smile on her face was gone and was instead replaced once more by narrowed eyes and a threatening stare. She looked so powerful standing in front of her pack that it would have put anyone in awe. It almost had me in awe.

“You-you people are insane!” The man stammered, panic rising in his voice and face.

“Protective, maybe. But no. Not insane.” It was my turn to speak.

I let the smirk slide from my face as I let a snarl enter my voice. This man was never going to be aloud to hurt anyone ever again. I glanced slightly over at Calypso to see she still hadn’t taken her eyes off the man. I took this as an ok, and with a sweeping movement of my arm, the wolf that stood beside me lunged forward, followed by a river of snowy white coats.
Calypso turned her head up to peer at me, then gave a small nod before turning her back on the now screaming man. A rush of pride filled my stomach. It may have just been one small nod, but it was an honor to get even that little bit of appreciation from her. I followed her lead and turned on the sea of white before stepping away from the man that had almost ruined my family. The only family I had left.