Just as I’m making my hot chocolate I hear a long and distant howl. There’s something deeply desperate about it. I immediately turn to go towards the back door to look out side. Expecting to see my wolf out there, but then I realize the howl was too far away. I then hear a series of other howls. It appears to be in response to the first howl. I cant help but think something is wrong with my wolf, I know the first howl was quite a distance away but I’m certain it was my wolf.
My wolf? I guess I’m a little possessive too. Maybe Logan’s rubbing off on me.
I open up the back door and take a few steps outside. I get a shiver but it has nothing to do with the cold night air, and it’s not a good shiver like I get with Logan. It feels sinister. I get the feeling that someone is watching me. I take a few more steps into the garden to make sure there is no one there.
Good going Alex... Do what the dumb busty blonde always does in the horror movies.
I don’t know why I’m still outside. But it’s that instinct that when someone tells you not to look at something you just can’t stop yourself from looking. I can’t help myself; I have to know if someone is there, all the while praying that someone isn’t.
I hear a rustle in the bushes to my right and I turn to look that way. I can see something there but I’m not sure what it is. And I’m not sure I want to know what it is anymore either. I start taking small steps backwards to the porch and its quite clear now what I’m seeing.
A huge wolf.
But unlike when I’m with my wolf, I feel very afraid and not at all safe. I keep walking backwards not wanting to turn my back to it. Nothing about its stance tells me it’s a trustworthy creature.
It’s a large grey wolf and it’s walking very slowly to me. I can hear a low grumbling sound, it’s not really a growl, but it doesn’t sound very friendly either. I carry on taking small steps back and after what feels like an eternity I finally get to my door, step inside and lock it behind me. I stand watching the wolf through the glass on the door. It’s still approaching me and I double check that the door is locked; even though I’m fairly sure a wolf can’t unlock doors. Once I’m certain it’s locked I let out a long sigh of relief, but I don’t take my eyes from the animal outside.
It’s stopped at the foot of my porch steps and is just stood there. Its eyes are glued to me, and it makes me feel like a creepy guy is watching me and I suddenly wish I had on more clothing than my short pajammers and vest. It tilts his head in the air and pokes his nose into the blackness that’s out there. I assume it’s smelling something, I’ve watched a few nature programs and that seems like what it’s doing. I’m hoping that once it has smelt what it wants to it will turn and leave, however I don’t get my wish.
It proceeds to walk up the steps and plants his nose against the glass on my door. I’m stood frozen to the spot, and even though my brain is telling my feet to move, they are not responding. I don’t think I’m even blinking.
Unexpectedly it howls at the door and licks the glass. Which finally kick starts my feet into working and I jump in shock at the speediness of the noise. A second later it swiftly turns around and leaves. I however, am still left standing still at my back door, feeling quite unsure of what to do.
Everything that people who live around here have told me about the wolves, I find the opposite happening.
Apparently they don’t come near humans, but I have now encountered two different wolves that have come right up to me. Thankfully one of them was on the other side of a glass door.
They are not known to come near the town, but I know for certain that there was one that night by Joe’s. I heard it. And I know for certain now that it was definitely a wolf growling.
And they are not normally a danger to humans they say, but there are two dead people, in which the papers have said it could be wolf. And tonight I certainly felt like I was in danger. I could have been the third victim.
Either the wolves are changing their ways or people in this town aren’t as perceptive as me. Maybe it’s just because they are used to them, they don’t notice all the times they are around.
I finally move my feet and finish making my hot chocolate and sit down at the kitchen table, all the while, keeping my eyes on the back door between turning the pages of my book. Just waiting for the wolf to come back. And I’m not sure how I know it, but I’m positive, it will come back.
My phone goes off a little while later making me jump, and I laugh to myself because of it. I’m most likely making more of tonight’s incidents than I need to. A smile appears on my face however when I notice who the message is from.
Logan: Hey, you still awake? X
Still awake? I look
