Wolf

817 Words
I slip on my sneakers and the small Adidas pouch that holds my essentials—phone, cards, and money. It’s time to run, maybe from fate itself. Stepping outside, the sun’s bright light momentarily blinds me. The warm rays kiss my skin, and I take a deep breath, feeling the vibrant life around me. Nature seems to hum in tune with my thoughts. I can hear the soft whistle of the birds, the gentle rustle of the leaves, and even the subtle twirl of the breeze wrapping itself around my body. Every sound is sharper, every sensation amplified. I start running, heading into the forest—the shortcut I’ve taken countless times to college. The path ahead looks more vivid than ever. The greenery feels alive, like every leaf and blade of grass is thrumming with energy. My feet fly over the ground faster than they ever have, my body moving like it’s not entirely my own. The trees blur past me, colors heightened, vibrant. Exhilaration pulses through me. I feel… connected. I’m one with the earth beneath my feet, with the wind whipping through my hair. Nothing can stop me. But then I smell it. Something off. Something wrong. What is that smell? Rot. Blood. Death. I skid to a halt, my breath catching as I look ahead. There, standing in the clearing before me, is a giant wolf. Its massive frame is silhouetted by the sun, its dark fur matted with blood. I notice a freshly killed deer lying limp behind it. The metallic scent of its blood fills the air, sharp and acrid. The wolf’s golden eyes lock onto mine, burning with a feral hunger. It snarls, inching closer, its bloodstained teeth bared. Fear grips my chest. Am I next? I take a step back, my mind racing. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the sound of the forest. For a brief moment, I think maybe this is it—maybe this beautiful run through the forest was my final journey. But then my eyes fall on my father’s ring, the weight of his words echoing in my mind: Never bow down to anyone. You are very powerful. Never ever forget that. A surge of confidence floods through me, and I force myself to stand firm. I meet the wolf’s gaze, refusing to look away. My hands clench into fists, my body vibrating with an unfamiliar energy. “Stand down,” I command, my voice stronger than I expected. The words echo in the space between us, filled with a power I didn’t know I had. Something shifts. The air hums with tension, and suddenly, the wolf stops snarling. Its ears flatten against its skull, and it lets out a low whine. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the massive beast lowers its head, bowing before me. It’s… submitting. I stare at it in disbelief, my heart still racing. Did I really just scare this massive creature into submission? My hand trembles as I reach out, tentatively brushing the coarse fur on the wolf’s head. It whimpers softly, acknowledging me, and strangely, I can sense it—he’s male. My father wasn’t exaggerating. That energy I felt—it was real. It’s as if something inside me has awakened, something primal and ancient. The wolf turns its head, nodding toward the distant horizon, where I see a massive rock formation. Faintly, I hear the sound of rushing water. A waterfall? The wolf looks back at me as if to say, Follow me. I nod and start jogging after him. He darts off ahead, but somehow, I manage to keep pace. My legs move faster than ever before, and I feel the rush of wind against my skin. As we race through the forest, my senses sharpen even more. I can see every detail—the intricate pattern of the bark on the trees, the flutter of a bird’s wings, even the tiniest worm peeking out from beneath the soil. This feels unreal. I’ve never felt more alive. We arrive at the waterfall, and the sight before me steals my breath. Water cascades down from the cliffside, crashing into the sparkling pool below with a roar that fills the air. Mist rises in shimmering waves, catching the light of the sun, turning everything into a glittering, dreamlike scene. But then, it becomes too much. The roar of the water, the brightness of the sunlight, the overwhelming rush of sensations—everything is too intense. My heightened senses are flooding me, suffocating me. I press my hands over my ears, trying to block out the deafening noise. My heart thunders in my chest, each beat echoing in my skull. I can hear every pulse, every movement of blood through my veins. It’s too much. I close my eyes, struggling to breathe, willing myself to shut out the world that’s suddenly become too loud, too bright, too overwhelming.
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