Final Farewell

“No. You can't go after them!” I yelled at the top of my lungs when I was finally certain that the prey that they were hunting wasn't me at all.

My parents and the younger version of myself were in extreme danger. I ran as fast as I could after the wolves and after my parents while I prayed desperately that I would catch up to them before something bad would happen. Although I was safe, I knew that they were in great danger. A foul sickening taste filled my mouth as I feared for the worst. Although I couldn't remember what happened, I could frankly imagine what the end of this hunt entailed.

Was this how I lost and got separated from my parents?