CHAPTER 1

The wind howled sounding like a pack of wolves in the distance. Jessiebell smiled as she sipped her steaming hot chocolate, it was lovely to be inside on a cold December evening, with the gusts of rough wind blowing outside. She glanced around at the vast sitting room. Almost at once, her eyes rested on the large portrait poised above the extravagant fireplace. The portrait was of a man, a man with a certain air of importantance, of dignity, of respect. He had short hair and a well-kept beard/moustache, to add to all this he was wearing an expensive looking tweed suit and sitting on a cherry oak chair. She smiled once again, thinking of this time the next day when the man in the portrait, her father, would arrive home .He had been away for some time now, four weeks to be exact, on a business deal, things like that often caused her father to go out, time after time. It was astonishing how much she looked like him, the same dark hair, fair eyes and the same look in them. She was a bold 13 year old with a lovely disposition, truthful ( most of the time), brave and loyal (and many qualities that you don’t expect to find in a young teenager). It was nearly 9 o clock and she had to go to bed at ten. Her mother had died when she was born and when her father left she was alone with the staff. She enjoyed their company but she still got lonely, having no siblings or friends, as she was home -schooled by her personal teacher.

 Finally with great effort she forced herself up out of her comfy seat in order to look out of the window, the lounge being on the third floor of her five story house. Upon looking she saw a mesmerizing sight, a pack of about twenty or so vicious looking wolves were running up the driveway. This would not have been so terrifying if they had not suddenly left the ground and came charging straight for the very balcony that she was standing on!! She screamed, ducking to avoid collision. As she heard their paws thud on the balcony, she looked up, what she saw made her freeze with fear. All of the wolves were staring at her, yellow eyes unblinking, fangs bared and low growling sounds emitting from their throats. There was no escape, they were closing in on her, growling, snapping. Then they did it, they pounced.