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alone. Images from an old horror movie flashed in her mind and for a moment she thought she really should get away from the door, as suddenly the whole scene felt so classic, and she could almost hear the audience whispering ‘don’t open the door, don’t open the door’. But then the rational side of her won and she stepped closer. However, she grabbed a log from near the fireplace just in case. Her fingers twisted around the doorknob and she opened the door. Mom had gone crazy in her head but she tried to shut her voice off.
Standing there was a small dirty-brown wolf dangling its paw and looking miserable.
Marie knelt down and took its paw carefully in her hand. “Poor little thing. Did you hurt your paw?” she babbled and put the log aside.
The wolf howled wretchedly and stared at her with its blue eyes.
Marie pressed the paw gently and searched it thoroughly. It looked like nothing was broken, but obviously the paw hurt a lot, as the wolf wouldn’t put it down. Marie petted the paw sagging in her hand. That's it, she decided and stood up. She held the door open to the wolf. “Can you walk, sweetie?” The wolf got up and stood wobbling on three legs. Marie smiled. “Good! That's it. Come in and I'll help you.” She stood at the door invitingly, but the wolf refused to come in. It looked at her miserably and turned. It was a sad sight as it limped to the woods on three legs. “No! Wait! You can't go there! You're hurt!” Marie yelled, but it didn't seem to understand.
It kept going, slowly, without glancing back. Damn , swore Marie silently. The forest looked scary and way too dark, but she couldn't let the wolf just disappear. Not when it was hurt. What if something happened to it? And what if the others blamed her? The wolf had come to her door, so it was her responsibility to help it. She wasn't exactly popular there, so what would they do if they discovered she hadn't even tried to help? Even Tiamhaidh couldn't protect her from the angry pack. She sighed deeply and turned to close the door.
The moment she turned her back to the wolf, its eyes flashed dangerously and it put the injured paw to the ground. The hair stood up on its neck and it let out a low growl. Marie turned slowly. She looked at the wolf in horror. It was crouching, ready to attack. Oh my God, she thought. Why hadn’t she listened to her mom? The wolf had obviously been pretending and its only reason to be there was to attack her. Maybe it had rabies or maybe it was just crazy. She had heard about animals that had gone mad and started to bite people. And if she remembered right, a crazy animal could do a lot worse than bite. It could also maul or even kill.
Marie glanced around wildly. Where could she run? The door behind her was closed and the wolf was way too close for her to get by it. This is it, she thought. She had always thought that her disorder would kill her, but maybe this was a better way. Quicker at least. A weird calmness filled her. She met the wolf's eyes, which were blinded by rage, and prepared to die.
The wolf slowly stepped closer and Marie saw the drool dripping between its teeth. When it revealed its canines she automatically covered her face with her hands. The wolf lowered its body and attacked.
“Marie!” her mom’s voice screamed inside her head.
“ Mom!” she cried back and an image of a wolf running as fast as it could flashed into her mind. She felt the weight of the attacking wolf as it landed on her. Its sharp claws on her skin. But there was nothing she could do to protect herself. Her heart hammered like thunder and she tried to scream, but her throat was as dry as sandpaper and no sound came out. She tried to crawl to the door but managed to move only a few inches. “No,” she whispered and forced herself to look at the wolf. It had revealed its canines and its eyes held a deadly gleam. “Tiamhaidh!” Marie tried to reach his mind but bumped into a wall. No one
Standing there was a small dirty-brown wolf dangling its paw and looking miserable.
Marie knelt down and took its paw carefully in her hand. “Poor little thing. Did you hurt your paw?” she babbled and put the log aside.
The wolf howled wretchedly and stared at her with its blue eyes.
Marie pressed the paw gently and searched it thoroughly. It looked like nothing was broken, but obviously the paw hurt a lot, as the wolf wouldn’t put it down. Marie petted the paw sagging in her hand. That's it, she decided and stood up. She held the door open to the wolf. “Can you walk, sweetie?” The wolf got up and stood wobbling on three legs. Marie smiled. “Good! That's it. Come in and I'll help you.” She stood at the door invitingly, but the wolf refused to come in. It looked at her miserably and turned. It was a sad sight as it limped to the woods on three legs. “No! Wait! You can't go there! You're hurt!” Marie yelled, but it didn't seem to understand.
It kept going, slowly, without glancing back. Damn , swore Marie silently. The forest looked scary and way too dark, but she couldn't let the wolf just disappear. Not when it was hurt. What if something happened to it? And what if the others blamed her? The wolf had come to her door, so it was her responsibility to help it. She wasn't exactly popular there, so what would they do if they discovered she hadn't even tried to help? Even Tiamhaidh couldn't protect her from the angry pack. She sighed deeply and turned to close the door.
The moment she turned her back to the wolf, its eyes flashed dangerously and it put the injured paw to the ground. The hair stood up on its neck and it let out a low growl. Marie turned slowly. She looked at the wolf in horror. It was crouching, ready to attack. Oh my God, she thought. Why hadn’t she listened to her mom? The wolf had obviously been pretending and its only reason to be there was to attack her. Maybe it had rabies or maybe it was just crazy. She had heard about animals that had gone mad and started to bite people. And if she remembered right, a crazy animal could do a lot worse than bite. It could also maul or even kill.
Marie glanced around wildly. Where could she run? The door behind her was closed and the wolf was way too close for her to get by it. This is it, she thought. She had always thought that her disorder would kill her, but maybe this was a better way. Quicker at least. A weird calmness filled her. She met the wolf's eyes, which were blinded by rage, and prepared to die.
The wolf slowly stepped closer and Marie saw the drool dripping between its teeth. When it revealed its canines she automatically covered her face with her hands. The wolf lowered its body and attacked.
“Marie!” her mom’s voice screamed inside her head.
“ Mom!” she cried back and an image of a wolf running as fast as it could flashed into her mind. She felt the weight of the attacking wolf as it landed on her. Its sharp claws on her skin. But there was nothing she could do to protect herself. Her heart hammered like thunder and she tried to scream, but her throat was as dry as sandpaper and no sound came out. She tried to crawl to the door but managed to move only a few inches. “No,” she whispered and forced herself to look at the wolf. It had revealed its canines and its eyes held a deadly gleam. “Tiamhaidh!” Marie tried to reach his mind but bumped into a wall. No one
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