The Wolf

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Encourage Writing Inc.

Submitted: October 07, 2018

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In the distance I can hear the mournful bay of a lone wolf. Its call echos down to the bottom of the valley, causing a foreboding feeling deep within me. Darkness chases the call and the shadows creep in closer. Helplessly I lay there watching the sun dip behind the mountain. As the temperature plummets so does my heart. A single snowflake dances and twirls in the chilly wind. I watch it drift slowly toward my body in dismay. Its It's cold beauty fascinates me with its symmetrical shape and sparkling edges. It trails down, down, down until it lands on one of my broken, crooked legs. A team slides down upon my cheek and freezes in place like a glittering jewel. More snowflakes fall in a deadly parade to cloak me with their cruel intentions. I can no longer feel the cold. I can no longer feel anything. My body doesn't even belong to me anymore as it lies on the ground. The snow falls harder as it continues to bury me in a makeshift grave. Only the tips of my boots and my head remain uncovered. A soft crunch to my left draws my attention. Just out of reach of the last tendrils of light stands a sickly creature. A wolf. Its black fur is matted and missing in patches. Its skeletal form pokes out in painfully sharp angles. One of its ears is half chewed off and a patchwork of holes covers the other. A long, jagged scar slashes across its it's right eye and drizzles down to its snout. Even with its mutilated eye, its intentions are clearly understood with the other. Its red eye glares at me with gnawing hunger and desperation. The hair on the back of my neck bristles with an ancient primal fear. The wolf stalks closer ss the shadows chase away the remaining light. When it is at arms length, saliva pours from its mouth as it paints in anticipation. My heart pounds weakly, sluggishly,as death approaches. When the last wisp of light slips behind the mountain, the world wastes no time. It lunges at me with a snarl and latches on to my boot. Its head shakes relentlessly as it tries to tear through the thick material. All too soon my boot is left in a shredded pile in the freshly powdered snow. I clench my eyes tight as I feel its jaws crunch deep into my foot. The sounds of flesh tearing and bones crushing makes bile rise hot and fast in my throat. I barely manage to turn my head to the side to keep from choking. Though at this point it would be a mercy. Unwillingly, I watch transfixed as the wolf tosses its head back, swallows a chunk of my heel, and dives back down for more. I turn my gaze back to the sky as my body rocks side to side. The sons continues to fall and dust my face with its wet kiss. My tears mingle with the snowflakes to form an icy barrier across my eyelids. Unable to see, unable to move, I pray incoherently to whomever may be listening. Without warning, sharp fangs clamp down mercilessly on my throat. With a deal growl, it gives a vicious pull, ending my unanswered pleas.


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