Wheeling Gull Isle There are darknesses in life

           

The scent of blood permeated the air, pulling the girl from her fitful slumber. With a gasp she sat up, she too pulled at the wound around her neck in her haste. His black fur reminiscent of the man that now plagued her sleep. She rose to her paws as fast as she could, and backed away. “Stay away from me.” As the words harshly left her mouth, she took note of the golden blond fur along his cheeks and upper body.

“Who are you?” In days past she would never have thought to be so rude, but now she didn’t care. Her fear overcame the manners of her past. Her amber eyes glistened, as she watched the brute closely waiting for any move he might make. She wasn’t much of a fighter, but she would fight tooth and nail if she had to.