The Wolf-Personal Narrative

I watched as his eyes dilated, and he seemed to have lost balance and swayed, so I knocked him to the ground. Now, finally in a position to retaliate well, I proceeded to punch the wolf repeatedly until it stopped moving and made a soft wimper. With one out of the way we turned to the other two now approaching us with precaution.

Their paws stained with blood as they tackled us to the ground I swung my elbow up with intense force against its nose. With a loud crunching sound his nose began to pour out blood. The wolf breathed heavily and eyes closed as my fist met with its jaw and blood slowly ran down its chest the wolf fell to the ground. I noticed red bloodily fluids staining my shirt as I lifted my head to see Jasper on the ground aching …show more content…
His breathing was rapid, and I cried out as his claws neared my neck cutting off my air supply. I gasped for air, trying to get the beast off me as his claws sinking deeper into my neck. From the lack of air my vision became blurry. With the last piece of strength left I casted my knee into its stomach He cringed, but continued his claws digging into my flesh. I repeated the process once more, then again, and his claws loosened a bit, seeing my chance, I lunged forward knocking him of. Grabbing its neck and pulling it to the side snapping it. His lifeless body hit the ground and finally it was over. I rushed to Jaspers side his eyelids fluttered still deciding if they wanted to be open or …show more content…
Blood was smeared across the ground in thick puddles and limbs and other body parts scattered the floor. I began to panic not knowing if my parents are still alive I busted into a full on sprint. My heart pounded to the beat of my feet racing over the hard ground. Sweat covered my forehead, causing my hair to cling to it as my throat ached for air. The pleasant rush of wind pasting my face cooled me down. My muscles ached but I continued to push