Book One: My Ghostly Wolf Protector (Supernatural Series) EDITING

Prologue

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Three years ago

 

I sat in my room wondering what I was going to do tonight. It's not like I had any friends. Normally I just go wherever sounds good to me at the moment. Tonight, nothing sounded go to me. Guess I'll just be staying in. I got off my bed and stood at my window looking out at the night sky. It was filled with stars and a full moon hanging brightly. I love the country. You never get this view in the city. To many lights, lighting everything up.

Still standing at my window, I saw a movement. I looked harder to see a boy about my age. He looked ghostly. He just stood there looking at me. Well, ok I think he was looking at me. Then I heard a howl off in the distance. I looked back to where the boy was, but he was no longer there. What the heck! I turned towards my bed and grabbed my jacket, putting it on.

I walked over to my door, throwing it open and headed over to the stairs. I made my way down. The TV was on in the living room but the lights were off. The normal night. Dad is on a drinking binge.  Poor man he always is since my mom and two siblings passed away from a car accident. I stopped in to see him sleeping and threw a blanket over him.

I headed to the back door, opening it then slipping outside. I shut the door as quietly as I could, so I wouldn't wake my dad. For a man who has lost alot, he is still good to me. Never blames me. I love him so much and do whatever I can to make life easier for him. Hell for both of us.

I walked over to the spot where the boy had stood and looked for foot prints on the ground, but saw none. I kept looking around but still saw nothing. I went towards the tree lines and looked. Nothing! 

'What the hell?!" I said out loud to myself.

"Something the matter?" a voice asked from behind me. I gasped and spun around to see the boy in front of me.

"Who are you and why are you on my property?" I asked, voice stern and strong.

"Well to answer your first question. My name is Axe Jarvis. For your second question, I am not to sure. Something drew me to this location." Axe replied.

"Well this private property, so please leave.' I stated, turning to walk away.

"Wait!" he said fast. I turned to him and waited. "What is your name?" he asked.

'CayLynn Mathison." I told him.

"Can you help me, CayLynn?" he asked.

"Axe, I am not sure how I can help you." I told him honestly.

"I need to get a message to my family. Please help me!" he pleded.

'Go home and tell them!" I exclaimed in a duh tone.

"I can't Caylynn." he told me.

"Ok, why is that?" I asked in wonder.

"I'm dead." he belted out, like he was talking about the weather.

"That's not funny! I have family who died. What is this, some sort of sick fuckin' joke to you?! Death  is no laughing matter, Axe!" I yelled, pissed at this.

"Caylynn, it's no joke. Take my hand if you don't believe me." he whispered, holding out his hand to me. I slowly walked over and took his hand, or tried to anyways. My hand went straight threw his. I jumped back and gasped.

"Your.... Oh my god!... What the hell?!" I screamed and ran for my house. But apparently I didn't see the rock and tripped. My world went black......