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Violet

The wolf opened its big mouth, showing his sharp canines and a pink and wet tongue, causing a cold shiver to run down my spine.

Dread spread through my entire body, making me breath grow staggered. I was thinking about how the wolf in front of me would tear my neck apart from my body and then eat me, devour me as it's prey. Images of the dreadful movies scenes crossed my mind.

I brought my hands to my chest, wanting to scream. But nothing came out of my mouth, the words caught in my breath. My brain clogged with the thoughts that ran through, making it impossible for me to act.

If the wolf ate me, they wouldn't even find my body. I didn't want to die like this, no, I refused to die like this. 

But what was I to do. I didn't stand a chance against him.

It wasn't it. I wasn't this shitty cry baby who wouldn't fight. I wasn't going to go without a fight. I was strong and even if I died I was going to die fighting the one thing that I loved the most.

Animals. 

Seriously, I loved them. 

I worked so many shifts trying to save them, trying to raise a voice for them.

And now here I was, trying to fight against it.

Trying to muster all the energy that I had, I gained some courage. Key word some. I thought of pushing the wolf away or punch it, fight it somehow.

I almost opened my eyes to do so as my hands were already in tight fists but that's when the unexpected happened.

The wolf moved its tongue out it's mouth and licked my face. 

The colour drained off my face.

All the energy that I had gathered left my body that instant! No, it felt like my soul left my body. I swear it did. I froze in shock. I stood there like a living-dead human. 

Then it struck me. He was going to lick me first and then eat me. He was tasting his damn meal!

Oh god!

I had closed my eyes waiting for it to dig its teeth into me but it started licking my face. It kept doing the same as I kept wondering what this wolf was upto. I had to do something. So I opened my eyes to look at it.

The wolf kept licking my face, no, it was specifically wiping my eyes, my tears, causing me to blink everytime. He was exactly moving its tongue where my tears were flowing. 

Why would the wolf do that?
Was there something wrong with wild animals these days? Or was I dreaming? I looked at the wolf with utter shock on my face. 

The wolf stopped it's actions and moved back to look at me. It looked like the wolf was smiling.

What? The wolf was fucking smiling, its lips moved back to show some of its teeth, looking at me.

Maybe it was having a taste of me before tearing me apart. Maybe he sensed my fear and was grinning about such a big prey.

Which was me. I was the big prey.

It started licking me again while I tried to stop him from doing so. His tongue ran across my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks. I looked back at it again thinking why hadn't it eaten me yet. 

The fear made me look at it with wide eyes, my heart still drumming in my chest. The wolf licked my face again and again until I sat on the ground giggling back at it.

It felt like a pet dog trying to show his love by licking you when he sees you after a very long time.

I was giggling. What was wrong with me?!!!

I don't know what came over me when I finally dared to speak, still smiling, "Okay stop licking me." I said and he stopped licking me, literally. 

Well, that was strange. The wolf stopped and sat on its hind legs exposing his under parts to my view. 

Um! So it is a he. Oh boy! 

It cocked its head at me and laid down on all fours with its head still raised, his tail wagging side by side.  

Wasn't he going to eat me? 

Even when he sat, his height reached above my head. I don't know what he was going to do to me. So I did the last thing anyone would do.

I reached my hand out to try touching him. That's what they did in the movies, so why not?

I moved my hands from my chest and towards his face. The chances of him eating my hand were, let's just say, hundred percent. 

I took the risk anyway. What was I going to do sitting there in front of him?

Sing a wolf song?! 

My shivering hands made it obvious how scared I was. I reached halfway and stopped to look at him, still scared thinking of considering my decision. On cue he pushed his head in the cup of my palm giving me the first feel of his fur. I panicked slightly at his actions and gasped. 

What kind of wolf would want you to feel its fur? I kept going strong anyways. If he wanted me to stroke his head, rather than eat me, then I'd do it.

Wow, I must be dreaming.

My heart calmed as I touched him and I ran my hand further up his neck. His fur was black, very well contrasted with his eyes. It was soft, heavy and thick at the same time. His skin radiated great warmth. It was the same warmth the small fire I lit gave me. His was much better.

"You are so soft," I giggled.

And I was giggling again.

I came back to my senses the next second and realised that an actual beast was sitting in front of me while I was happily rubbing his neck. I panicked and brought my hand back to my chest, panic surged in me again. 

I was licked by him again. He didn't stop until I started laughing back. 

Now I was literally laughing!

I guess he wanted me to keep doing that. He was simply another animal that loved being scratched under his neck. Only he was a wild animal. I stretched my hand out again and started rubbing its neck earning a satisfying growl from him. It sounded more like a purr. 

Wild animals love me petting them? Or was this a dream?  Maybe it was of the immense love I had towards them.

I pinched myself realising that it was indeed reality. This was not what I signed for. How was I supposed to leave? He was acting like a pet though, so he might understand human language. I could only make guesses at this point.

Should I talk to him? He did understand my language before.

I guess he was trained by humans. But who in the world trains wolves? A wolf that was as big as a horse. 

Keeping all my thoughts aside, I questioned him "Do you understand me?" He sat quite in front of me for sometime.

Violet, you have officially lost it! How on earth do you think a wolf can understand you and talk back?

But instead the very unexpected happened. The wolf nodded his head in a yes with a small growl. 

What the hell?!!!

If he understood me, he definitely was trained or had a family where he belonged. He was nodding and all, what was I supposed to deduce from this?

Okay boy! 

I thought about questioning him more, not knowing what to ask him. 

What should I ask him next? Maybe I should consider asking if he was lost. 

I mean he did seem to me as a pet who knew what I was talking about. Even if I asked him. How was he going to answer? I was sure he was lost or something. 

A WILD animal lost in the WILD. What an amazing theory, Violet!

Without thinking twice I went with it and started questioning him all together. "Are you lost? Do you know where your owner is? How can you understand my language? Are you hungry or something? Please don't eat me. I have food if you want but please don't eat me. Are you sure you understand me? Does it appear to you like my mouth is just moving and you don't understand anything? I don't know what to do-" he growled making me stop. I turned to look at him with wide eyes and slightly taken back. 

Which part of my questions did he not like?

He turned a little when I looked at him. Turning he cleared an area removing the grass from the ground until wet mud was visible. He looked at me and back at the mud. 

What? Was I supposed to do something? Like dig my own grave.

He started moving his paws on the mud writing something with his claws. I put both my hands on my cheeks with wide eyes, mouth open, not knowing what to say or what to do. 

The freaking big black wolf could write!

My mouth hung open looking at the area in the mud where he was writing. Now I was surprised more than I was scared. Ignoring everything I concentrated on whatever it was that he was trying to do.
The fire was small but still there making the writing on the mud slightly visible to me. It wasn't enough to see what he wrote. I realised the poor guy was struggling to write whatever he was trying to write. Once he finished he lifted  his paw from that area and moved back slightly to look back at me. 

My hands were still covering my mouth when I went back to reading the words he had scribbled on the ground. It was difficult to read.

Firstly, it was dark and secondly he had written it with his claws. I felt bad for him. He had tried his best to make the words visible. I took my phone out of my pocket and turned the flash on. I pointed the flash towards the ground where he had written. I started reading them one by one.

 I-N-D-I-G-O. Indigo! 

The wolf wrote English alphabets forming a word that made sense!

OH MY GOD!!

I was a shocked, a little surprised, a little awestruck at him. Shocked and surprised because he could damn write. Awestruck because being a wolf so big and with those claws and the damn mud, it wasn't easy to write for him. 

What next?

"Indigo." Saying it out loud, I turned back to look at him with my mouth still hanging open and both my brows raised. My face must have been a site to watch, I was sure. Still gawking at him I continued "Is your name Indigo?". He nodded his big head. 

And I'm Violet. Nice to meet you! We can form a rainbow together! Ha!

Don't say that to him.

He cocked his head at me with a growl bringing me back to reality. He looked back at the ground again,turning the mud upside down as he tried wiping his name and started scribbling again. 

He finished and looked back at me. I was already leaning into the area to closely look at what he had written.

It read I- W-E-R-E-W-O-L-F. I werewolf? 

I kept reading it over and over again in my head. No, this cannot be true. Werewolves were only a fantasy.

Of Course, I watched Vampire Diaries and Twilight. I know, tv series or movies were not real, but at one point, after meeting a witch, I couldn't not accept it. But I wasn't going to give up. But what if this was all a game plan all along.

Either I was going crazy or this wolf was professionally trained to scare a human like me. 

So I turned to look at him, anger evident on my face, "You are trying to fool me aren't you? You must be so professionally trained that you understand what I speak, that you can freaking clear the ground and write your name and you-you are a werewolf! If you are so much of a werewolf as you say you are, why don't you show me your human side. Really, you think I'd believe you. Tell me, tell me where your owner is. I know you are here only to kill me. Just do it, end-". He stood up with a loud growl making me stop dead in my tracks with wide eyes. I cowered in fear and backed out against the car once again.  

Now he was angry. He stood in front of me looking into my watery eyes. It felt like he didn't want to scare me, but wanted to stop me from blurting out nonsense.

What part did he not like again?

I looked back at him and what I saw had shocked me to the core. There were tears in his eyes too. His yellow, amber eyes wear teary with pain evident in them. I did not know or understand what would help the both of us actually.

He was definitely sad at the words that left my mouth. I let all my emotions drop in the form of tears. 

Was he crying for me? Why?  I let it all go. I wanted to empty my thoughts. Crying didn't help though. My brain started pushing some unwanted emotions. They weren't mine. I was sure.

They were... his.

How was I able to feel his emotions? 

More tears streamed down my face making me shut my eyes tightly with a tug at my heart. My heart was crying, feeling heavy because I felt his sorrow. I felt his tears at the moment and how he tried to restrain them from falling.

Why was he sad about it? I don't understand any of this. Was this what Raven told me about? To have a broad mind. To accept what came my way. But how could I accept this?

Stay strong. Yes. She told me to stay strong. And I was going to accept what life had to give me. I was going to trust her. 

Wiping away my tears I looked back at Indigo, who was still staring at me. He moved forward, moved his snout at the back of my head and brought me flush against his furry chest. He held me there in a tight grip. 

My emotions took over me. It only made me hug him back. I moved my hands to hug his neck, holding him tight, and sobbed quietly. 

At that moment I felt like I was in the arms of someone safe. He was whining too, making me realise he felt the same, maybe. I felt like a long-lost part of what should have been with me since I was a child, was with me now. 

Indigo was making me feel like family, showing and pouring all the emotions of care, trust, the love I never experienced. They were pouring in my head going straight to my heart, breaking all the barriers I had built up, for not being blessed with a family. 

How was this happening in the first place!?

But right now I felt it. These blur, small images of memories were gushing into me. I could only see my face as a child.

Was I remembering things?

Suddenly, there was banging in my head. I did not know what was happening to me. I held onto his neck more tightly crying out in pain until I gave up. In a minute the banging stopped and there was a voice in my head "Stop crying my little sister, will you?"

I stiffened. What now? 

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