This was the day my whole life took a turn and it would never be the same although I did not know it yet. It was a cold, misty day and I was walking along the damp marshes. I brusquely stopped. Was that what it sounded like? A pack of wolves howling through the marshes. I felt uneasy as my brow started to sweat. I turned around as the howling grew louder. It was echoing from all four sides, growing closer and trapping me inside.
I started to run to come face to face with a snarling wolf. Jet black with a white star across his forehead. Green eyes dazzling like emeralds stared right into my eyes sending shivers down my spine. I turned around. This time to encounter a grey wolve with eyes as black as death itself. Teeth as white as pearls and as sharp as daggers were snarling and snapping at me, inching closer and closer second by second.
This can’t have been happening. Not to me. I started to run, like the wind, as fast as I had never ran before. The wolves started to chase me as others joined in. I screamed. I started to slow down as the wolves began to gain speed. I was losing and the wolves were winning.