The rain fell fast and hard as the thunderstorm raged through the forest. The wind blew the tree limbs around in the storm's wake. A giant white wolf stepped closer to the edge of a cliff as the winds died down and lightning flashed across the sky. The white fur danced around the wolf's body as the wind came to a gentle breeze. The forest of evergreen pines below resembled jagged spears illuminated with each bolt that tore through the sky. The white wolf sat on the edge of the cliff waiting and listening, her ears perked and eyes glowed an ice blue against the darkness. Lightning flashed again in the background as she stared at her target; a small cabin in the clearing of the forest. Everything was quiet except for the raindrops on the muddy ground. Her eyes shifted to something moving in the bushes down below, heading towards the cabin. Suddenly, there was a crash of loud thunder rumbling through the air. The clouds parted and the moon shone down on the white wolf. Her ice blue eyes widened and she lifted her head calling out to the moon. A pack of ravenous wolves flowed down from the cliff on opposite sides of the lone white wolf, chasing down their prey.
Dahlila Dalface woke up with a start hearing a deafening howl. Sitting straight up in bed, she glanced around the darkness of the bedroom with her emerald green eyes. She moved her messy brown hair out from in her face and pulled it back over her ear. She reached over and shook her husband’s shoulder. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Michael Dalface tiredly moaned from the left side of their king size bed. He rolled over with his back facing her and pulled the covers over his shoulder. She sighed and cuddled close to his back and put her arm around his chest.
“Why did I let you talk me into being dragged out into the middle of the no where?” She giggled, while kissing his neck. He interlocked his fingers with hers and chuckled lightly.
“You did say you wanted somewhere with peace and absolute quiet, right?” he pointed out as his voice slowly started getting softer.
“You’re such an ass,” she kissed him again. “I love you.”
“I love you,” He nearly whispered. After a moment of silence, she started to hear snoring. She smiled and turned over in bed placing a hand on her bulging stomach and watched him breath in and out for a few moments. His short brown hair hung over his features in a messy fashion from sleeping. An eerie howl drifted across the air sending a chill down her spine. She looked over at their panoramic skylight their bed was facing and merely saw rain drops dancing on the glass. She caught the sight of faint lights flashing in the sky behind the clouds.
Suddenly, as she was starting to fall asleep, she heard the loud sound of something breaking from downstairs. She rose her head and slowly got out of bed placing a hand on her stomach. Dahlila walked over to the bedroom door and glanced to see Michael still asleep. Should I wake him? No, I got this. She opened the bedroom door and slowly crept into the hallway and carefully closed the door behind her. She walked down the hallway and heard another clang of something coming from downstairs. Is it an intruder? I hope it’s not a bear! No, it could be one of those raccoons again,′ Dahlila thought to herself as she walked closer to the top of the stairs, lightning flashed through the window next to her. She walked up to the gun case in the hallway and unlocked it carefully. A shot gun, a rifle, and a silver pistol sat in the gun case. She grabbed the pistol and checked the ammo box for more bullets. She loaded the gun and slowly made her way down the stairs, carefully placing her feet on the steps so it would not make any noises. The first, second, and third step were quiet. Then she stepped on the fourth step and suddenly, it let out a loud creaking noise. She held her breath and then continued down the stairs, when she reached the landing, she turned the light on and looked around the living room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and she walked into the kitchen finding a little mess on the floor. The whole contents of her dish strainer was scattered across the floor by an unknown source. She scanned the room for a brief moment and saw no raccoons. She sighed, put the pistol on the counter, and started to clean up the mess. ′Stupid raccoons, always messing up my kitchen.′ Then she turned and walked back into the living room, ′Or perhaps a clumsy but polite bear,′ She smiled to herself picturing a bear in a top hat and cane asking for a cup of sugar. Then she stopped cold hearing a low growling from in front of her, she looked toward the stairs and saw a giant white wolf with blizzard blue eyes standing in her living room. She gasped and stood there staring at it for a moment, not sure if she should run, or lay on the floor and pretend to be dead. Slowly, the white wolf started walking towards her and Dahlila started walking backwards into the kitchen away from it. The white wolf was standing right in the way of the stairs. It stared intently at Dahlila growling a little more as it walked forward.
“Um, okay,” Dahlila exasperated. “Good wolf,....Stay,” she put her hands up as if this will somehow keep the wolf at bay. The white wolf seemed completely undeterred by her failed attempt to make dog commands. It kept walking towards her. She grabbed the gun from the counter and pointed the gun at the wolf in her living room. She could have sworn the wolf started to smile at her. Swiftly, it ran at her and Dahlila pulled the trigger. A loud bang rang out threw the house and Michael suddenly jolted out of bed, soon realizing that Dahlila’s side of the bed was empty. He heard the howling of wolves and threw the covers off him jumping out of bed. He forced his shoes on and ran to the closet and grabbed the double barrel shot gun.
A light drizzle fell upon her shoulders as she made her way out of the cabin leaving the door open. She quickly walked over to a silver 1964 Chevrolet truck, opened the door and climbed into the seat, shutting the door behind her. Dahlila sat in the truck and watched the rain dance across the windshield. It was so quiet; she could hear herself breathing as white clouds came out of her mouth. Everything was so still, she could feel the blood pumping through her veins. The white wolf walked to the door standing half way in the entrance, the wolf looked over at the truck Dahlila sat in and seemed to gaze at her with a strange intelligence in it’s eyes. Slowly, the wolf started walking towards the truck and Dahlila began to panic. What? I shot it? How is it still alive? She turned around and placed a hand on the double barrel shot gun in the back of the truck above the rear window. Before she could grasp it and take it off the mantle, she heard a bellowing howl far off to the left of them. Her heart seemed to stop in her chest and started beating at a much quicker rate. This howl didn’t sound much like the wolf she had heard earlier, its ferocity shook her to the core. Dahlila glanced over towards the edge of the forest and saw a huge furry creature that resembled a bear-like creature. She was so scared she couldn’t move, she glanced back towards the wolf but it was gone. She looked back over at the bear creature and she saw four wolves running full speed at it, jumping up and attempting to bite its throat. It knocked them back and growled, then it leaned it’s head back and howled at the moon. What? Bears don’t howl. Dahlila watched in awe as this battle waged right in front of her. Suddenly, lightning flashed again and Dahlila saw that the bear-like creature had the face of a giant black wolf. She gasped as it looked right at her with bright glowing red eyes. It gave a fierce roar as it saw her in the truck and started walking her way, the barrage of wolf after wolf jumping on it seeming to not stop it anymore. Overcome with fear and unable to think rationally she opened the truck door and walked quickly into the wilderness. Oh God, Oh GOD! What the fuck was that?! Dahlila frantically thought to herself as she reached down and held her pregnant belly. What’s going to happen to me and my baby? She thought to herself as a branch ripped her night gown and she continued down the trail in the woods. She could hear howling from behind her. Running out of breath and unable to keep going, she stopped and dropped to her knees to rest. She couldn’t get up and heard the sound of howling getting closer. Then she felt her water break. Oh no, Michael, please help me.
Michael came to the doorway of the house with the shot gun loaded, he was just in time to see a pack of wolves running past the house and then reentering the woods. He scanned the outside with his hazel eyes. He groaned having sighted a scrap of Dahlila’s flower nightgown hanging off one of the bushes the wolves ran by. “Dammit!” he muttered to himself and then let the shot gun lower to his side and started jogging towards the woods. Then, he slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the woods looking back at the house, and smiled when he spied the 1964 Silver pickup truck.
Out in the woods, Dahlila shivered from the cold. She looked back and forth wondering why the woods were so quiet all of the sudden. Then, she saw the wolf from earlier starting to come into view. She slowly walked towards Dahlila, her glowing blizzard blue eyes watched her. She stopped and started to growl again. Dahlila stared at the enraged wolf with confusion at why the wolf hadn’t attacked her yet. The wolf ran towards her but a gun shot was fired and the wolf fell over. She could see a big bloody hole in her furry head. The dark red blood stained her white fur. Michael was standing next to his truck holding the shot gun in his hands and white breath came out of his mouth. Surprised to see, for the first time, Michael kill anything; a sense of remorse swept over her. She could do nothing but stare at the fallen wolf. Then she heard rustling in the bushes behind her and with wide eyes she realized that the wolf wasn’t after her.
“Ain’t no damn devil wolves gonna invade my house!” Michael shouted before Dahlila could turn and look at the bushes. She looked at Michael almost coming out of a trance. “What the hell are you doing out here?” Michael asked while looking around at the situation, when Dahlila wasn’t able to produce an answer he spoke again; softer, “Come on get in the truck sweetheart,”
“Michael,” Dahlila panted, “My water broke,” she explained.
“Oh God,” he exclaimed and ran over towards her dropping the gun on the ground, he rushed to her side. He put her arm over his shoulder and started to walk her towards the truck, Michael gasped for a moment when he noticed that the wolf was no longer laying where he had shot it. He glanced around for a moment trying to figure out where the wolf was but didn’t see anything around. He helped her into the truck and shut her door and ran over to the driver’s side and opened the door. He hopped in and shut the door. Dahlila punched Michael in the shoulder.
“You could have shot me you idiot!” She exclaimed.
“Ouch,” Michael rubbed his shoulder, “I didn’t,”
“Ooooo.....I’m having contractions,” she said starting to breathe harder. He started the truck and the engine roared.
“Did you want to go home or the hospital?” He asked.
“The hospital!!” She shouted in the frustration of pain from her contractions.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Michael asked “I thought you said you wanted to do it at home?,”
“Just drive,” she said and gave him a menacing look.
“Okay, Okay,” Michael stated.
“Michael, there’s something out there.” Dahlila started. “Some sort of monster, or strange new creature.”
“What are you talking about?” Michael gave her a confused look and he put the truck into drive, but as he was shifting gears and the truck started to drive, the truck started to rock back and forth as something jumped into the bed of the truck.
“Honey, what was that?,” Dahlila asked through pained gasps. She was holding her stomach and having labor pains. Michael glanced in his rear view mirror and saw a giant black wolf-like creature standing on it’s hind legs in the bed of his truck. He randomly hit the breaks and the werewolf hit it’s head on the back of the truck and fell into the bed of the truck. Michael looked behind him as the creature slowly got back up and howled at the moon. It jumped over the top of the truck and landed on the hood. Dahlila screamed as the creature ripped the hood off and tore the engine apart making the truck’s engine come to a stop. Smoke bellowed out of the engine as Michael reached for his rifle and opened the driver's door, he took aim at the wolf-creature and shot at it while hanging out of the driver's door. The werewolf dodged the bullet, quickly climbed up on top of the truck, and grabbed Michael’s rifle with both hands. and flung Michael out of the truck. Michael was knocked out and instantly the creature turned looking at Dahlila. It snarled at her, and Dahlila screamed as it started ripping off the top of the truck making it rock back and forth. She stared in disbelief as it started sniffing at the truck. It stared down at her from the hole in the top. She screamed and tried to open the door but it was no use. The werewolf grabbed her, lifted her up into the air and stared at her with it’s glowing red eyes. It roared very loudly into her face with drool hanging from its sharp, pointy teeth.
Suddenly, out of no where a huge white werewolf jumped on the back of the black werewolf holding onto Dahlila. Biting down onto it’s shoulder, it howled in pain and then dropped her into the bed of the truck. She landed on a bunched up blanket and she quickly got up and climbed out of the truck as the two creatures growled and clawed at each other. She looked back to watch for a moment and the dark black werewolf tried to lunge at her, but the white werewolf pressed harder on it’s neck with it’s paws and then stared at Dahlila with piercing blue eyes.
As she wobbled deeper into the woods, she noticed a stinging sensation on her right arm. She looked down and saw a bloody bite mark near her wrist. She stopped while staring at it. Oh no, had the creature bitten me before he dropped me? She thought. Then she covered the wound with her left hand to try and stop the bleeding. Pain shot up her back as another contraction racked her body. She fell down to her knees and started to cry. What am I going to do? What about my baby? Is she going to die? As she fretted about the possibility of having an infection from the bite, a giant white wolf slowly walked toward her from the darkness. The moon twinkled in her ice blue eyes, as she came close to her. Dahlila looked up at the white wolf with a gasp and wiped the tears out of her eyes. The white wolf just stood there and stared at her as if to judge her, her blue eyes almost seemed human. Dahlila stared back with her green eyes, searching for answers and finding silence. The white wolf moved in closer to her and the wolf’s cold nose touched Dahlila’s nose. In that instant, the affects on her body disappeared, and the pain stopped. The blood on her right arm stopped bleeding and only a smaller mark was left on her arm. Dahlila looked down at her arm in surprise and ran her hand over the now smooth area.
“The bite is gone but the effect still remains” The white wolf said to her in plain English. Dahlila’s eyes went wide as she realized that the wolf just spoke to her.
"It was you wasn’t it?" Dahlila smiled as she realized the white werewolf was the white wolf in front of her.“How did you--?” she asked the wolf but she was cut off.
“Behind you!” the wolf whispered harshly with her ears back. Then Dahlia heard the werewolf growl from behind her, she turned around to see the black werewolf parted the bushes. She looked back at the wolf, but she was already gone. Dahlila thought to herself referring to the white wolf, being the white werewolf who saved her. The dark werewolf spotted her and decided to take charge. Dahlila was too scared to notice she was almost ready to give birth. The werewolf ran towards her baring his teeth, you could tell he was angry about what happened earlier. She closed her eyes and put her hands over them. She could hear the creature getting closer and closer to her. She jumped to a startling gun shot and heard the werewolf yelp like an injured animal. She moved her hands and opened her eyes. She watched as the werewolf fell down and saw Michael standing there holding his rifle.
The moon hid under the clouds and Dahlila fainted. Michael kept his gun on the werewolf. Then he slowly lowered his gun as he watched dumbfounded as the creature transformed into a human man. A bit taken back, Michael stared at him with astonishment; he had shot an animal that had turned into a man. The man started coughing and moaning. Michael slowly walked over to the man with the gun to his side and punched the man in the face. He spit up blood after he righted himself.
“What the hell was that for?” The man shouted.
“For trying to kill my wife,” Michael stated with venom in his voice, pointing at Dahlila. The man looked over at a pregnant woman laying on the ground.
“What?!” He exclaimed. “I never touched her! Where the hell am I?” His eyes narrowed at Michael. “And who the fuck are you?” He demanded.
“I’m gonna make sure you never find out.” He informed him then pointed the rifle at the man’s head. The man’s mouth parted and his eyes widened with fear as he knew death was upon him. The sound of gunfire is heard and at the same time Dahlila sat up screaming.
She pushed for several hours and out of the corner of her eye she saw the white wolf look at her from behind Michael, in a clearing of bushes and trees. It was the white wolf that saved her, and then as she watched she saw the white wolf change into a woman. Feathers of birds and furs of animals hang about her. Dahlila blinked and the figure disappeared and soon Michael held the crying infant up in his arms and saw the baby was a girl. He cut the umbilical cord with a pair of pliers he had in his truck. Michael cleaned the blood and dirt off of the child with his damp shirt. Then he handed her to Dahlila, the baby stopped crying and looked up at her mother. Dahlila smiled at the baby. “Her name will be Angel,” She said looking at the child. She looked up at Michael, “I love you,” She kissed him and he kissed her in return. Then she rested her head in a small puddle. Dahlila closed her eyes.
“Lila?” Michael said as the baby started crying again and Dahlila made no reaction. “Lila? Dahlila?” He shook her shoulder and she didn’t respond. He took the baby and set her down and felt for Dahlila’s pulse. He gasped as he felt nothing.
“Oh God!” He exclaimed and started to give her CPR. He did this about six times and suddenly a wolf ran by throwing him out of his cycles. He quickly reached in his pocket, pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1, but to his dismay the phone didn’t have a signal. Michael angrily threw the phone into the wilderness. He started a new cycle, as he was pumping her chest, he heard distant howling. He breathed in her mouth one more time and was finally getting exhausted. He picked up the baby to calm her down from crying, and quickly carried her to the truck and laid her on the seat. Then he went back to get Dahlila. He picked up Dahlila in a fireman carry, over his shoulders and carried her to the truck. When he got there, his mouth fell open in shock and he dropped to his knees. The baby was not there! Suddenly, he heard his baby cry from far away; then he heard the howling of wolves.
After attending Dahlila’s funeral, he disappeared into the wilderness with a vengeful look on his face. A dark figure watched Michael enter the woods; the man from the woods smiled sadistically. His eyes started glowing red as he followed Michael.