The Hunter's Footsteps


It was icy cold, and I was wearing no shoes. 

Each footstep fading behind me, I had no idea where I was going or if I would get back. 


The whistling of the wind entwined with the howl of wolves had always soothed me. As I hiked up the hill barefoot, alone and peaceful, I knew this was where I wanted to be, where I wanted to live.

But today, today there were no wolf howls, and the whistle was more like a scream, and I knew he was coming.

I knew I wasn’t safe….I kept going.

That was the biggest mistake I ever made.

I died that day because the wolves had followed me. He killed us all.

Nobody ever cared….

My peaceful place, was my death place.

Felicity
Year 8

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