Realizations

            Brett ran his breathing coming heavy and fast. This was nothing like he was used to. He had never had to run like this before. He was used to running, he ran every day for football. That was easy, he never felt like he was pushing himself. Running away from a pack of wolfs, now that was challenging.

            At first it was easy. Adrenaline and anger had combined giving him the strength and speed that he had needed. The nail that turned into a sword had helped keep the pack leaders at bay along with rocks that he could pick up and throw. Even in the night and on the run Brett still had the arm of star quarter back and now he didn’t have to hold back. He could throw as hard as he wanted. A couple of his throws he could hear bone breaking. But no matter how many he slowed down they kept on coming.

            As far as he could tell there were three behind him. These ones were smarter more agile. Two ran on the sides the third behind. Brett couldn’t help thinking that they were trying to herd him somewhere. Well whatever they were trying to do Brett had to stop it. Brett tried to clear his mind. It was time to use the cuts he had been practicing in football.

Chopping his feet he quickly turned left pulling out the nail. The wolf on the left jumped back as Brett swung in a wide arc, anticipating the move. That was fine, it wasn’t his target. The swing of the sword had brought Brett into the perfect position and he threw the fist sized stone in his hand as hard as he could at the wolf in back of him. The stone connected with the canines head and it fell to the ground without making a sound.

            By some instinct Brett ducked and thrust upward with his sword catching the wolf that had been herding him on the right in the chest and dropping it to the ground. Brett stood shakily to his feet the last wolf watched him warily pacing back and forth. Its lips were pulled back and the dull light reflected off its razor sharp teeth. Time to go all out Brett thought as he prepared himself to attack and run. Before Brett could act the wolf sniffed the air turned around and run back the way it had come.

            Brett turned around quickly. In back of him up on a ridge was a wolf. This one was bigger than all the others that Brett had seen. It was as big as a horse and had silver fur. Its bright blue eyes shined in the darkness. Brett readied himself, he had no idea how he was supposed to fight this new wolf but he had to try. He didn’t know if he could out run this one. He didn’t even know if he could run at all. The new wolf just looked at him and time seemed to stretch by. The silver wolf raised its head and howled into the night. The whole thing sent shivers down Brett’s spine and he closed his eyes for just a second but when he opened them again the large wolf was gone. Brett spun around looking for it but it was no use. He couldn’t see it anywhere.

            Brett sank to his knees and tried to gulp in large breaths of air. Emily had no idea how right she had been when she had said this was his fault. He felt it now, an ice in the pit of his stomach. If he had only trusted Levi, if he had only gone and helped him maybe none of this would have happened. A couple of hours before Emily had shown up at his house Brett had gotten a phone call from Levi. Levi had said someone was following him home. He said they looked like the wolf kid from school. Brett hadn’t listened, instead he had yelled at Levi told him to get lost and that he never wanted to talk to him again.

            Brett beat his hand against the earth. The ground seemed to rumble and roll as his fist connected. He felt a buzzing in his pocket. At first he thought it was his imagination. Realizing it wasn’t he reached down and pulled out his phone. The little screen blinked at him letting him know that Levi was calling.