The Blue Wolf novel Chapter 1

Arabella's Perspective:

I had nothing on except my big plaid shirt, underwear and socks. The wind was hitting hard against my bare skin and whistling past my ears that already felt numb from the nasty night cold of autumn.

I had already tried walking in every direction of the forest, trying to make my way out. My feet were bleeding now from the sharp branches and little jagged rocks on the floor of the woods. What I wouldn't do for a pair of shoes  at this moment. I took a few deep breaths through my nose trying to come up with a plan on what to do.

I decided to listen for cars on a high way or any sound of life coming in from any direction. When I felt like maybe I did hear something, I started walking towards the faint noise. I kept walking until I heard something behind me.

I turned around slowly only to be paralyzed in my spot. Right there in-front of me, about five meters away, there was an abnormally large whitish blue wolf. I felt equal parts fascinated and afraid of the wolf.

The wolf stood there staring at me, almost like it was observing me, admiring me. I looked into it's eyes confused.

I waited for it to do something aggressive but it never did. I started walking backwards slowly,never taking my eyes off the wolf. When I was a few steps back. I picked up my speed, still walking backwards. The wolf at that point, without any signs of aggression, started jogging towards me, I knew there was no way I could out run it or defend myself. So I just stopped in my spot knowing I was about to die. A tear went down my right cheek, knowing this was the end.

As soon as the wolf was about to pounce on me, my morning alarm rang and my eyes snapped open. My cheek was wet with a tear. I grabbed my phone from the side table, beside my bed and stopped the alarm that was blaring. It was 6:45 am.

Usually I didn't wake up till my second alarm that was set for 7:00. But maybe today even my subconscious wanted to escape that dream. I put my arms above my head and stretched out my body and yawned. As I brushed my teeth, and showered I thought more and more about the dream. I had never had a dream like that and it was kind of freaky.

I had moved from the town I grew up in, to the city, about a year ago. I went on a summer trip two years ago, once I turned eighteen and I found myself falling in love with this city only within the few days I spent here, the art museums, the libraries, the mass of people constantly walking around. The way even in the night the city still seemed awake. It was so different from where I grew up all my life and I found a strange peace in it.

My family would come visit me, or I'd go back to visit them. We'd rotate every time. My brother Anthony, my sister Phoebe and mom had just left only two weeks ago after seeing me for a few days for my birthday.