Call of Wild Wolves
It's Here For Me
Brynn was transfixed by the silver light of the wolf's eyes. He could no longer look away from them than he could not catch the moon in his hands. Impossible. He took another step forward. His low growl echoed in his blood and made his bones shiver. He took another step. Wolves do the same.
Closer and closer they come. As he approached the creature, Brynn raised his arm, stretched it out in front of him, and grabbed it with his fingertips. The huge beast lowered its mighty head, although its eyes remained fixed on its face. So close now, Brynn could feel the heat radiating from his body. He leaned forward, anticipating the taste of his fur in his hands.
Suddenly, a beam of light burst in, and a calm night air scattered around them.
"Brynn!" Garan shouted as he dove towards her, clutching her arm and pulling her to the side. His fingers remained outstretched as he fell. The torch Garan brought fell with them, and stuttered gently on the damp ground, but the light from the others filled the corner of Brynn's eyes.
The wolf jumped in shock, clenching its huge jaws. However, he regained his composure quickly, and wandered towards the two who were struggling on the ground, baring his bright teeth. Garan jumped to his feet, dragged Brynn with him, and dragged him backwards. He tried to push her backwards, but she could not be snatched away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her protectively, protecting her neck from her glittering teeth, as he slowly pulled her back with tremendous effort.
"Back!" Garan growled, his voice fierce and furious. With his free hand, he swung his dagger wildly in front of them, his blade flashing under the light of the flames.
"Sway! I'll exterminate you, you rotten creature!"
The wolf breezed closer, unaffected by the words of Garan or his sword. Finally returning to himself a little, Brynn noted that the wolf was so big that he stood face to face with Garan even on all four of his enormous claws.
His body was a gigantic muscle mass covered in a thick skin consisting of a mixture of gray colors. His lips were pulled into a fierce growl.
Brynn heard frantic footsteps running out into the open, and just above the wolf's shoulder, he saw Maeve and Vesta appear. Vesta, with a bow in hand, pulled an arrow from where the arrow was on her back. Maeve was a wave of frantic energy, her hair was wild and her eyes were even more so.
"Keep away from them" cried Maeve as she leaned over to pick something from
forest floor. He launched a huge boulder across the open, and it made contact with the left wing of the wolf with a loud punch.
The wolf jumped, thrashing furiously, to the side just as Vesta's arrow shot towards him. The arrow buried itself in the ground, close but useless. Vesta pulled one more.
Vesta gnashed her teeth furiously as she pulled the rope tightly and
zero in. Just as he was about to let it fly, Trevor, after walking towards them along the outer edge of the field, jerked the bow at the last second. This arrow also pierced through the ground, this time very close to Vesta's own feet and so deep that her fletching only flew a few inches above the forest floor.
Vesta releases a frustrated banshee scream as she spins towards Trevor.
Meanwhile, the wolf agitation increased as it continued to snarl and growl towards Brynn and Garan. His eyes darkened with meaningless anger. Garan pulled him further back, but Brynn knew the wolf could close a small distance in seconds with little effort if it wanted to.
'Why not', he wondered inwardly. Despite the chaos - the screaming and the pulling, the growling and the snapping - Brynn somehow felt at ease. Wolves can take him anytime, he knows. It could tear Garan's arm, shred her like paper, and sink her teeth deep into her throat. There would be nothing he or any of them could do about it. "But why not?"
"Don't kill that! We can still trap him" cried Trevor, his face just inches from Vesta's face. He still hadn't let go of his bow, and he looked as if he was going to stick an arrow in his stomach the moment he released it.
"You're such a superstitious fool" Vesta spat in his face. Maeve, though,
ignoring this, angrily gathered more stones and sticks and started throwing them into the air. However, no one made a purchase like that first stone, and those who met their target bounced off the beast's skin without even the trepidation of the wolf.
'I might die here, ' thought Brynn, 'we all can.' That thought was followed by another, a deeper thought and a whisper which made no sense but which he felt in his heart was true.
"Wait!" Shouted Trevor, his voice breaking. He doesn't yell at Vesta anymore, but at a threesome locked in a deadly deadlock across the field. With a single powerful pull, he released the bow from Vesta's hand. He dashed back in the other direction, giving the wolf a spacious bed despite the rush.
Garan faced the beast while his arm was still holding onto Brynn tightly,
slowly drag him back. However, his progress slowed down, because of him
realizing the sooner he pulled her away, the faster the wolf advanced. Still, they inched backwards, slightly widening the distance between the flesh of a human and an enraged ferocious beast.
"Come," Garan challenged the wolf with gritted teeth. His muscles stiffened in Brynn's body in preparation for his next move. The wolf sensed this, and its body became a circular spring, ready to charge forward with a slight provocation. Brynn saw Trevor getting closer, his right hand grabbing them open and ready while his left hand stroked the silver sun of his necklace.
Garan slowly pulled his arm back from its position across Brynn's neck and chest.
Wolves growling. Garan slipped his hand from Brynn's shoulder into his arm into the curve of his elbow. The wolf growled and stomped its feet hard, its claws bent. Garan carefully placed his other hand on Brynn's waist, a strong palm gripping him firmly. The wolf stiffened backwards tightening the spring.
What happened next would come to Brynn's mind as if each action was a slow-moving, detached moment, rather than a series of actions happening all at once. Garan tightened his grip with both hands and pushed it so hard that his body flew far to the right. He spread his hands wide and
accepting, awaiting his bloody destiny in a dramatic show of sacrifice.
Trevor lowered his hand from his necklace, bent his body low, and ran towards Garan, preventing him from getting out of the way.
The wolf, at the same time, carried out its attack, surging forward, missing several inches from its prey. His front paws connected to Garan's feet, ripping off his pants and flesh quickly before crumbling apart.
Brynn was sure the wolf would immediately get back up, turn around, and catch up with them. He closed his eyes against the carnage and destruction he knew was coming next.
Metal is screaming and slamming unnatural alien sounds for now. This opening. this forest.
The wolf's growl turned into a high-pitched scream that made Brynn's stomach nauseous and goosebumps.
A metal bear trap, once hidden at night and a pine needle, pinched the animal's back left leg. Blood seeped through the teeth of that cruel metallic smile. The wolf's eyes blazed in pain and fury as he punched and kicked, trying to drop the trap.
However, Trevor wasted no time, and within seconds he had already searched for a small piece of rope under the pine needle, pulling it, lifting, tightening, pulling, pulling, until a strange net appeared from under the agonized animal. With careful metois movement, Trevor circled around it, lifting the edge of the net and pulling it closer and tighter until the net wrapped the creature completely.
Brynn, now standing up, stepped closer. In the twinkling light of fire, he saw that the net was covered in strange, shining thorns. Trevor jerked even harder, his net tightened again, and the wolf's sharpness deepened.
Once again, Trevor pulled, this time using his entire weight to remove the remaining looseness, and Brynn saw the thorn disappear into the wolf's skin to dig into his flesh. Dark spots of blood bloomed around each, staining its fur.
Without a second thought, he rushed forward, hating the net, fed up with blood, just wanting to tear it apart. The wolf swung around, and with each movement, the thorns deepened. His eyes turned, and as Brynn approached, he rebelled and thrashed. It swung its head as much as the net would allow, smashing into its body and making it sprawl back onto the forest floor.
He tried to hold himself back before the collision, but pain rippled through his right wrist as he landed hard on it.
