by Darla M. Beck

Created on: August 23, 2008

THE CHASE

It is a cool night in the late Fall. We have gone out for our walk. There are no bright stars in the night sky, but there are lots of dark gray storm clouds. A thick bank of white fog has come in while the rain falls down to the earth in sheets. A light wind starts to blow and stirs the few leafs left on the tall trees. It seems that we are in for a bad storm. We must head back to our homes.

As we stroll through the soft mud on the dirt path, we hear the howl of a lone wolf close by. The sound comes from the dark woods off to our right and we start to shake in fear. Cold chills course down our spines as we both take off at a fast pace. We must get out of here or else the wolf will soon find us.

You stop and peer in fright at the dark trees. "Was that a wolf we just heard?" you ask.

"I think so." I say.

"I thought they were all gone?"

"So did I, but it howls like a wolf and it sounds real close."

"What should we do?"

"Run for our lives!" I yell and we take off down the dirt path.

We run for what seems like miles, but are not more than just a few yards. You yell out that you need to stop and we pause on the dirt path. I watch you bend at the waist and draw in deep gulps of the cool crisp air. While we rest and catch our breath, a loud howl comes from the woods once more.

The wolf steps out from the trees and gives a low growl. It stares at us with what looks like fire in its eyes. Its gaze has a bright red glow as it draws close to where we stand on the dirt path.

"What now?" you ask and take a slow step back.

"Run!" I shout once more and we flee for the dark woods.

When we get to the edge of the tree line, we stop and look back. The wolf is still on the dirt path. It does not seem to want to move from the spot where we left it. it just stands there and stares at us with its red eyes.

"Why does it not move?" you ask.

"I don't know, but we need to get out of here while we have the chance."

As we run through the dense woods, the tree limbs cut our flesh. Large wounds are left on our skin and soon our blood will leave a trail for the wolf to find. The scent of our fresh blood will lead it right to us if we don't get out of these woods now.

The full moon peeks out from the clouds and shines right down on us. Its bright glow lights up the dark woods and the wolf can now spot us. If we don't get a move on, the moon's glow will seal our fate. It will doom us to die from the bite of a wild wolf.

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