Wolf's Claim

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The world around me altered as I found myself stumbling over an ingrown root from a tree. Trees filled the area to the capacity leaving a small amount of sunlight filtering from above. A shiver went down my spine as the wind gently breezed around me. I couldn't believe I had once again let my impulsiveness get me into another risky situation. Eve and Vanessa had refused, but I had insisted. If the rangers found out that I had ventured past National Park guidelines and into the territory reserved for their wolves, whom were protected by federal regulations.

I caught myself just barely on the palm of my hands. Running through here wasn't proving to be of any help. Not too far back I had saw golden eyes gleaming in the thick of trees. Enough to send me off into unknown territory. I had followed the instructions explicitly given to me and taken a photo of the area. After seeing the wolf's eyes, I had taken off without thinking of direction. That had been over twenty-five minutes ago and I had no idea of where I was. Everything sound had my heart racing. I had the feeling of being hunted and it wasn't going away.

I pushed my hands up scrambling to get to my feet, before beginning to sprint again. I crashed into a hard wall of male masculinity and nearly fell over backwards. I would have if I hadn't grabbed a hold of his shirt with both hands.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned, his voice a husky of depth. "This is reserved land. Tourists aren't allowed here."

"W-who are you?" I stammered, stepping back away from. He wasn't the uniform that the Rangers wore, so I knew he wasn't a part of them. He was a random man. If I wasn't supposed to be out here, then he wasn't either.

He had to be at least a half a foot taller than me, if not more. His hair was tousled over his head, in an unmistakable windblown quiff. In the dense lighting of the woods, his eyes were piercing as he looked me over. The confident stance and his muscular body left me feeling overwhelmed. He could be a mass murdered and easily able to overpower me. I didn't know. Just being around left me feeling slightly terrified. He radiated authority and power.

"There are wolves running in these woods, períergi. It's not fairytale. It's real."

"Of course wolves aren't fairytale," I retorted. "They're a protected species by the feds. If you'll point me in the right direction, I'll be going back to the park grounds."

I looked around trying to find the best route of escape. Every angle I turned revealed gleaming gold eyes in the shadows of the woods. It appeared as if a whole pack of wolves had surrounded us. A small whimper escaped my throat as I looked back to him. His eyes darkened slightly as he stared into the distance at the wolves. He stepped forward immediately once again invading my personal space. His nostrils flared briefly before his arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into his chest. His head lowered slightly and I felt his chin rest on my head.

"Den tha mas vlápsei. Wolves are social creatures by nature," he said. "You'll get used to being around them. Eláte se mas."

Shock nor horror could describe how I felt. Wolves moved from the shadows into the light. Their muscular lean bodies moved with a lethal grace. They continued coming forward until we were both surrounded. Close enough to us that I felt the breath of two wolves brushing against me. My head turned slightly viewing the wolves below me. Both had coats of fur a blend of unique colors altering from tan, gray, white, black, and brown. One wolf's head stopped at my waist and the other was a few inches shorter, head stopping at about mid-thigh. The taller wolf pressed its nose against my waist, tail slightly wagging to the right. The other wolf let out a whimper and pressed closer to me.

Oh God, I thought. They're deciding on how they're going to rip us apart.

*periergi: curious one

*Den tha mas vlapsei: They won't harm us. 

*Eláte se mas: Come to us

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