Wolves-Personal Narrative

I put my hair up in a pony tail and stretched a little before I started my run. I would have prefered to run at night, with the extremely hot since it was the beginning of August. I could take the heat but my wolves could possible over. I told them to stay in the cool Barn but they refused. It was the younger two year wolves and they were more stubborn than me. I started up one of my trails with the wolves, three to be exact, in the thick underbrush out of sight. As the hot wind blew against my face, I allowed to let my pain and fears fade into distant thoughts. I needed this badly with everything that was going on. As the path enter the woods the wolves appeared at either side of my playing more than paying attention to their surrounds; puppies. …show more content…
I halted to catch my breath with the suns and I could hear the wolves panting waiting for me to started. Then, up ahead I spotted a silhouette that looked like Reanslo, “Reanslo, you know that if I stop now that my wolves wouldn’t be please.” There was no answer, which was weird for Reanslo, “Is something wrong my friend?” A voice that didn’t belong to Reanslo replied, “You are no friend of mine.” I blast of water then came my way and leaped back into the shade of the forest. The boy followed and my wolves acted surrounding him growling and snapping their teeth. He looked so much like Reanslo, it would be hard to tell them apart if this boy wasn’t obviously younger, “Who are you and what business do you have with me?” He chuckled, “You think you would remember the child you betrayed, Revenge.” I was taken back by shock, “Estallia’s stolen child, Reanslo’s son.” “The one and only I’m afraid,” he replied. Is had good vocabulary for his age which had to be near ten or eleven. “What have they done to you,” I was holding back the tears. I thought they would kill the child not experiment on