Part 2-A Painful Reunion
Part 4-The End
Mary yelled at the wolves to go away, to leave her alone, but they did not. They were wild animals. They did not understand her desperate cries. It had been hopeless.
Then Adan was there; scared, yet determined and confident to save her from such a horrible fate. And his horse, oh that beautiful and powerful gelding he rode so proudly…
The accident fills her mind as the girl tenderly pulls him to her, carefully making sure not to make him move too much. “Adan,” she half sobs to the young man in shock laying in the snow when she sees the blood seeping through the leg of his pants. “Oh Adan, wake up!”
When the snarl sounds, she is frozen in terror. Was this their fate? To die in the snow, brutally destroyed by wolves? Mary weeps at the thought, trying to break through the darkness that has taken over the boy.
As the snarling slowly grows, Mary risks a glance behind her to the monster at her back. The coal-black wolf glares right back from a few yards away, his golden eyes flashing with the excitement and hunger for his captured prey.
“Shhh…” Whispers a voice. “Move slowly, or we shall both be dead.”
Mary recognizes Adan’s weak, pain ridden voice and slowly reaches for his other hand, clasping both in hers, holding them to her chest. She obeys.
Slowly, she moves her gaze from the great, black creature to Adan. His chocolate-brown eyes open for a brief moment, then slam shut again. He is shaking, now. Holding in the screaming, gut-wrenching agony he feels is taxing, and his already worn energy is quickly wearing thin.
“Here,” he whispers as he pulls one hand free, reaching inside his jacket. Uneasily, Mary watches as he tries to pull a rather large, antler handled knife from his coat. “Defend, love.”
Fresh tears streak her face as Adan tries to sit up, and fails. Carefully, she removes the knife slowly from her lover’s jacket, meeting those mesmerizing, dark, and tired eyes she knows so well one last time. Mary lays his hand down gently, clutching his knife. She knew in that moment what she would do.
The young woman stands and turns away from her beloved, facing the snarling black wolf, one shaking hand on her large belly. She advances one step, and that is all it takes. The hungry predator lunges.
Mary stabs the air with the knife blindly, cursing herself under her breath for letting them get into this situation.
Again, the vile creature lunges directly at her, hitting her at full force. Mary falls back as the force of the wolf’s jump knocks her over, crying out. Adan is calling for her. The desperation in his voice is as plain as day.
Focusing back on the wolf she lashes out in vain. The powerful animal sinks his teeth deep into her shoulder, and Mary screams. Her shoulder burns and is turning the pure white snow red with her blood.
She desperately clings to the knife, stabbing upwards. The wolf howls in rage as the blade slices through his thick, midnight coat, and jumps off the girl.
Seizing the moment, Mary gets up and stumbles away from the creature. “Adan,” she cries out, sobbing his name as she sees him passed out again. To her horror, she realizes he had tried to pull up the leg of his pants to see the damage. The bone was protruding from the skin, and his blood pooled in the snow around it.
That is all the distraction the wolf needs. The woman’s concentration has slipped. He attacks.
Hearing the beast running towards her, Mary whips around, holding the blade out, terrified. The wolf lunges, jumping up and sinking his teeth into the throat of his prey. There is a terrible sound as Mary’s knife sinks deep into the wolf’s chest as it lunges at the girl.
The great black creature releases his hold on Mary’s throat, and falls dead on top of her.