“I want you to grab your sister and run, in case of anything.” My dad was telling my brother, but tears were already brimming out of my eyes.
“No, I don’t want to leave you.” I protested, but my brother had a tight grip on my hand, and I knew he would never let me have my way.
We heard them before we saw them, and they slowly emerged from the shadows. Six ferocious rogues close in on us, their canines long and extended and dripping with saliva as they anticipated their meal.
“Samuel run!” My dad yelled, and at the same time, the wolf pounced on us. But my brother was already dragging me away, and we ran through the forest, the tears streaming down my eyes uncontrollably.
A wolf was quickly gaining on us, and he jumped, getting ready to pounce, but my brother leaped forward, positioning himself between us.
And I opened my mouth and screamed. Then everything went black, and I crashed on the floor.
I could almost taste the heaviness in the air as I woke up. The sorrow hung in the air, refusing to leave, and I needed no more to tell me what had just happened.