Runaway with me

" Get off me. Let me go", Edith screamed. The tears streamed down her pink plump cheeks. It was just after five o clock and the sun was setting rapidly on this cold winters day. The wind blew gently and the smell of snow lingered in the air. Edith stayed late at the school park with Connor, her best friend because she didn't want to go home to her misfit family. Although she loved her family dearly, they were indifferent towards her. Everyone was, always calling her a weirdo. Edith never understood why. Maybe it was because things that cannot be explained, happened when she was angry or upset. But it could always be a coincidence. She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in and the few streetlights that worked were dim, making it hard to see clearly. As she walked down the street, wondering in her own thoughts , a man called from the narrow alley at the end of the street. She could not see clearly but he called out for help. Edith ran towards the stranger without think

The loud knocking on the door rang through the small cottage. " Honey get the door", Mr May, Edith's father yelled as he sat on the sofa with his legs up reading the newspaper and smoking his pipe," I wonder who it could be at this hour?" Mrs May wiped her hands on her blue and green apron and walked out of the kitchen. She walked hurriedly to the door and peeped through the little crack. She saw her husband's rain coat laying on the ground and opened the door with one big swing. She gasped at the sight that lay before her. She screamed in panic kneeling down, clutching Edith in her arms. "Oh, my poor baby", she cooed as the tears streamed down her small face. Mr May got up of his one seater couch, knocking over his afternoon coffee and ran to the door. He looked at Mrs May clutching Edith and sobbing hard. For a minute he thought his daughter was dead until a small moan escaped her lips. He picked up her limp body and carried her to her room which she shared with her younger sister

Alexander May sprinted into the night, through the vastly dense forest, he started to shift into his wolf form. The air was fresh and crisp with a strong wind ruffling his tan fur. He stopped to sniff the air, trying to gather any scent that may give him direction. He looked into the darkness with his sea blue eyes, trying to find any clues to the mystery. Alexander May sniffed the snow, but there were no traces of who could have left Edith at his doorstep. He walked further into the forest, slowly, still sniffing the air. A gust of wind carried Edith's scent, along with a foul smell that made his stomach lurch. It was another wolf's scent, one that is unpure. He stood still in the forest, trying to gather his thoughts. Alexander May finally decided to venture on and confront the beast. Although his human form said return home, his wolf form overpowered him to keep on going. The anger and fury inside of him led him further into the forest, following the scent. After fifteen minutes

Mrs May brought three cups of piping hot tea on a tray with chocolate chip cookies.She layed them on the small round table in the middle of the sitting room. Grabbing her shawl, she draped it over her shoulders, spreading her hands out to the fire. She rubbed them together in anticipation."So Connor, the Fallen angel, what is it that you are here to tell us?", Mrs May said enthusiastically. She couldn't wait to hear what he had to say. Her visions never lie. She had seen him before but could not join the dots. Curiousity was eating away at her last nerve.Connor picked up a cookie and dipped it in his tea," Make yourselves comfortable. It is going to be a long, adventurous night. I suggest we have our tea first. Mrs May, we need your power of vision as we walk through the journey."Connor lay his cup back on the tray and dusted the crumbs off his lap. He wiped his hands on the dish towel that Mrs May handed him." Are we ready to begin? ", Alexander asked.Mrs May nodded as she looke