Ophelia
When I saw the silver wolf staring at me through the trees, I knew I couldn’t cloak myself, not yet. I don’t remember him, but I had a very strong feeling that I had seen him before or at least felt his essence. He was something much more than a wolf.
My biggest advantage was that he wasn’t expecting my gifts. Maybe he thought I was weak or already cloaked? He also didn’t expect the wind tunnel and the lightning. I watched the other animals runoff in its wake; Julius and two other wolves giving chase. I looked over at a wolf who laid very still on the ground.
“Help!” I heard someone shout from the woods. “I need help!”
Luke took off into the woods and I looked around me; unsure of what to do. I ran over to the fallen wolf and looked down at him. He had dark brown fur that had
