Of Wolves and Wings

Chapter One

The world around me shifted, it blurred, and all of a sudden a massive rush of heat washes over me. I'm staring at a shimmering pool of water in a forest, enveloped under the white light of a full moon. Staring back at me a graceful, giant white wolf. Anger, fear and curiosity spread over its face simultaneously.

I sprung up out of bed and out of the dream as quickly as I went in, feeling overwhelmingly hot, just as I was in the dream. Only difference is that I'm human now. I rolled over to check the clock, it was 2:00 in the morning, groaning I rolled back over so that I was facing the roof. My turtle had automatically turned off by now, so I leaned over to the end of my bed, pressed the on button and set the setting to blue. Laying my head back down on the white silk of my pillow case I began counting the stars my turtle shone on the roof in a brilliant blue, finally stopping at the half crescent moon just off centre to the right. I loved this turtle, Christy had bought it for me when I was eight years old, it had been a present for coming first in cross-country. I laid there for an hour until sleep finally took hold of my mind and this time the wolf was nowhere to be seen

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I wake up exhausted at 6:00am, not having had enough sleep after that horrifyingly real dream. The funny thing is that the eyes I was staring into, were my eyes; ice blue and darkly rimmed, that was scary that's what stuck in my head this morning. I couldn't remember how I ended up in a forest let alone as a wolf, but I guess that's just how dreams are.

'Selena can you come downstairs for breakfast please' I jumped as I heard Christy call. I quickly got ready and headed downstairs, laughing at myself for getting so worked up over a silly dream as I lugged myself down the stairs one at a time.

Halfway down the stairs my stomach growled as my nose picked up the wafting, holy scent of bacon, eggs and pancakes; Christy's famous Canadian breakfast. Running now I reached the kitchen just in time to see Christy serving my plate and about to sit down for breakfast herself.

'Well you came down fast' she chuckled

'Nothing like the angelic smell of your homemade Canadian breakfast to wake you up in the morning' I replied, sitting down in the chair opposite her and shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth. Frowning I realised that in my haste I had forgotten the single most important ingredient in pulling together this heavenly dish. Reaching over I grabbed it and lathered the pancakes and bacon with maple syrup, a habit I had since I could remember, one that Christy didn't particularly like. Staring at the maple syrup on the food now made me realise just how hungry I really am. So with a swift nod of my head at my handiwork I wolfed down my breakfast, my demeanour earning one of Christy's famous raised eyebrows,

'What? I'm hungry and it's too early for table manners"

She just rolled her eyes at me and continued to daintily eat her own plate of food. That was the thing about Christy sometimes her small facial gestures and rolls of the eyes conveyed more meaning than any amount of words could.

I quickly ran upstairs to brush my teeth before running back down, grabbing my lunch from Christy and racing out the door with nothing but a quick goodbye to signal my departure.

I didn't feel like walking to school today it's just way too slow right now. All I want right now is to feel the wind in my hair and the sense of freedom that comes with it. Walking around to the back shed I struggled to push the rusted door aside and quickly grab the skateboard before the tonnes of crap stuffed inside slammed the door on my arm. After dusting the light layer of dust from the board I walked back down the driveway. On my way I passed the outdoor mirror and, for the first time today, I actually noticed myself. I was wearing the usual school uniform. A white collared, button up shirt, knee length black and blue checked plaid skirt and dark blue blazer over the top, the school emblem half hidden beneath my dark brown waves. It wasn't too bad, except for the black leather shoes, they felt like bricks on my feet.