pieces as a bullet struck it, which was when it finally dawned on Cara’s dumbfounded mind that they were being shot at. She looked around to find the best cover she could and realized she was out in the open.
She scrambled to her feet and started to run towards Jericho, but when another shot burst out his front window, she realized she was only endangering him. Another growl let Cara know that the wolf had remained nearby, next to the trees. Instinct had her turning toward the animal as the shots now turned on her. The bullets shot dirt up as she ran for the trees.
She dimly heard Jericho yelling, but Cara didn’t hesitate, she had to draw the shooter away from him. She didn’t want him hurt because of her.
She ran harder towards the waiting wolf. When she reached him, he turned, running deeper into the woods, and Cara followed as fast as she could. The animal moved quickly, but her fear gave her speed, so it was several minutes before her body began to tire. As she slowed, barely able to keep up with the fast wolf, it turned to growl at her.
Gasping to catch her breath, she got a good look at the animal. It was huge with a dark brown coat.
It walked back to her and took the bottom of her jacket into his mouth and tugged at her. Given no choice, Cara once again started following the animal as he led her to a concealed cave. It was so overgrown with brush she would never have seen it, even from just a few feet away, if she hadn’t seen with her own eyes when the animal disappeared behind the foliage.
It was dark inside and Cara began to doubt the wisdom of hiding with the wolf. The wolf began whining and Cara moved to stand next to it and then felt him take her coat in his jaws again, tugging her downward until she was sitting on her knees.
“I guess you want me to sit?” Cara asked, knowing the wolf would be unable to answer.
She felt the hard ground beneath her and put out a hand to find a more comfortable position. When she did, her hand brushed something. Blindly reaching out her fingertips, she found what she thought might be a lamp and her searching fingers soon found the matches lying next to it. It took a few minutes, but soon the cave was filled with a soft light.
It was a small cave, though tall. She had been able to stand without the roof of the cave coming near her head. There were boxes near the back of the cave and even sleeping bags. This was definitely someone’s hideout with provisions for them to live awhile from what Cara could gather.
“Well what do we do now? Wait, or try to head back to the cabin? Should I try to make it to town?”
The wolf only stared back at her.
Cara began shaking, the adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off and the cold ground was draining her energy. When her teeth began chattering, the wolf looked at her curiously before walking over to the sleeping bags, taking one in his jaws and dragging it closer to her side.
“You’re a smart wolf.” Cara unfolded the bag and wrapped it around herself. The warmth was instantaneous and she felt like crying in relief. It wasn’t long before her eyes began to droop and she yawned several times, attempting to catch herself from falling asleep. She soon lost the battle and slid sideways, burrowing further into the warm bag. The wolf knew she had fallen asleep and moved to adjust the bag so that she was better covered. Then he sat back to wait.
He was curious as to how long it would take the human male Cara was staying with to find her. He had hidden her well. Only an extremely good tracker would find them and the man, Jericho, was no experienced tracker, however he did have a couple of advantages. One was his heritage, the other was his feelings for the woman. He had seen the man’s face when he had discovered Cara was being shot at. The man hadn’t liked it one bit. He had stormed from the porch before he saw Cara was running from him instead of to him. Fury had been in his face.
The girl was in deep trouble
She scrambled to her feet and started to run towards Jericho, but when another shot burst out his front window, she realized she was only endangering him. Another growl let Cara know that the wolf had remained nearby, next to the trees. Instinct had her turning toward the animal as the shots now turned on her. The bullets shot dirt up as she ran for the trees.
She dimly heard Jericho yelling, but Cara didn’t hesitate, she had to draw the shooter away from him. She didn’t want him hurt because of her.
She ran harder towards the waiting wolf. When she reached him, he turned, running deeper into the woods, and Cara followed as fast as she could. The animal moved quickly, but her fear gave her speed, so it was several minutes before her body began to tire. As she slowed, barely able to keep up with the fast wolf, it turned to growl at her.
Gasping to catch her breath, she got a good look at the animal. It was huge with a dark brown coat.
It walked back to her and took the bottom of her jacket into his mouth and tugged at her. Given no choice, Cara once again started following the animal as he led her to a concealed cave. It was so overgrown with brush she would never have seen it, even from just a few feet away, if she hadn’t seen with her own eyes when the animal disappeared behind the foliage.
It was dark inside and Cara began to doubt the wisdom of hiding with the wolf. The wolf began whining and Cara moved to stand next to it and then felt him take her coat in his jaws again, tugging her downward until she was sitting on her knees.
“I guess you want me to sit?” Cara asked, knowing the wolf would be unable to answer.
She felt the hard ground beneath her and put out a hand to find a more comfortable position. When she did, her hand brushed something. Blindly reaching out her fingertips, she found what she thought might be a lamp and her searching fingers soon found the matches lying next to it. It took a few minutes, but soon the cave was filled with a soft light.
It was a small cave, though tall. She had been able to stand without the roof of the cave coming near her head. There were boxes near the back of the cave and even sleeping bags. This was definitely someone’s hideout with provisions for them to live awhile from what Cara could gather.
“Well what do we do now? Wait, or try to head back to the cabin? Should I try to make it to town?”
The wolf only stared back at her.
Cara began shaking, the adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off and the cold ground was draining her energy. When her teeth began chattering, the wolf looked at her curiously before walking over to the sleeping bags, taking one in his jaws and dragging it closer to her side.
“You’re a smart wolf.” Cara unfolded the bag and wrapped it around herself. The warmth was instantaneous and she felt like crying in relief. It wasn’t long before her eyes began to droop and she yawned several times, attempting to catch herself from falling asleep. She soon lost the battle and slid sideways, burrowing further into the warm bag. The wolf knew she had fallen asleep and moved to adjust the bag so that she was better covered. Then he sat back to wait.
He was curious as to how long it would take the human male Cara was staying with to find her. He had hidden her well. Only an extremely good tracker would find them and the man, Jericho, was no experienced tracker, however he did have a couple of advantages. One was his heritage, the other was his feelings for the woman. He had seen the man’s face when he had discovered Cara was being shot at. The man hadn’t liked it one bit. He had stormed from the porch before he saw Cara was running from him instead of to him. Fury had been in his face.
The girl was in deep trouble
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