Chapter One, Part Six.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, as did the rest of the week. There were no other strange dreams, and the boy's eyes stayed hazel. After that one tense day and the following night, I fell into a sense of security. It was just my imagination, after all.

Or at least that's what I thought.

Things had settled down, thought I hadn't forgotten about the nightmare. It had just receded to the back of my mind, and I only reflected on it when I saw any references to wolves, which there were a lot of around school for whatever reason.
Yeah, things were chill again.
At least, until one night about a month later.
I was out cold after a particularly tiring day, and Carmen was out on an over-night trip to the zoo. Sprawled facedown on my bed (Probably drooling into my pillow... Eew.), feet dangling off of one side of the bed and one arm off of the other, I was dreaming happily of snapping Trent in half when a long, drawn-out howl punched my eardrums from the other side of the closed window. My body went rigid, and I nearly fell off the bed. Clawing back onto the mattress, I was instantly alert, listening for answering calls.
It was strange; I wasn't afraid, although I should have been and knew it.
Back rigid, my ears strained for sound. Answering cries echoed through the trees. Something was going on out there.
I could feel an instinct tugging me, straining to shove that window open, jump through it, and run towards the source of the howls.
To answer the call.
I quickly dressed in jeans and a jacket, tying my hair up and pulling on leather calf boots. My mother's. A bolt of fear suddenly streaked up my spine, and I clutched the pentacle at my neck. Also my mother's. I don't know why, but doing that got me to shake off my fear. I kept going.
Locking the door behind me, I padded down the hallway, senses alert. Not a sound issued from the dormitory. The darkness felt like home. One strange thing after another.

Finally out of the building, I tilted my head back, breathing in the air. Everything was instinct, from my stride to my gaze. The moon stretched its silvery tendrils across my skin as I broke into a run, howls erupting in the forest.
I ran through the woods at breakneck speed. Never had I run that fast before. I hadn't even been in that forest before, but somehow I knew where to go, when to move to avoid obstacles and clearing which ones I could. The howling synchronized as I drew nearer.

After what felt like an eternity of running, I hit a clearing, and all sound deadened.
A pack of huge, russet wolves stared at me with yellow eyes.
In that moment, I knew.
I was an idiot. And I was going to die.