The Spirit of the Wolf by Kakorya Freesia (spicy books to read .txt) 📖

Prologue:

 

How far would you run to follow your own path? “The Spirit of the Wolf,” is a short story novel about a young lady. She is tired of living her life by the traditions of others. One night she decides to run away. Little does she know what would await her among the dark shadows. She soon discovers that you can’t run from fate. She can either accept her destiny or continue to run in circles.

Chapter One: I Said No!

 Atsila forcefully scurry, past spectators and her father, as she enters into her sleeping quarters. Rose her childhood friend trails behind. Atsila rests in front of an already lit fire while visualizing her dictating future and that of her current choices.

 

“Where are you going? Atsila,” Rose calls out as she wanders towards her friend.

 

“Rose, thank you, for caring for my safety, but I will not be put into a situation to marry someone I don’t love or know,” answers Atsila.

 

Rose interrupts Atsila, “You are his only daughter. Please don’t leave without trying to resolve your discomfort about the matter.”

 

Atsila, reacts to Rose with stress, “I love my father, The Chief, but even you know he is

 

a man without reasoning. Rose, is anyone outside?”

 

“No,” Rose responds.

 

Atsila decides to wait until the moon is at its peak before she disappears.

 

“Where will you go? I know I can’t change your mind. Did you pack enough food and items to stay warm?” Rose asks, as she paces the cold damp floor.

 

“Rose, don’t cry! I have trust in the Great Creator and Mother Earth to protect me and guide me safely towards my path. We have known each other since we were kids. My choice to leave will not be the end. I will see you again my friend,” Atsila said to Rose.

 

Rose internally prays that Atsila will return safely home after she discovers her sacred path. After their final words, to each other, Atsila turns away and creeps outside into the misty blank of cold.

Chapter Two: Who’s out there?

 With a few narrow twigs breaking under her feet, the moonlight and stars shining, Atsila tiptoes from the sight of her village. She continues to walk, she begins to see her life flash before her eyes, a teardrop falls from her cheek. Through the shadowy woodlands, cold and windy, Atsila asks Mother Earth to shield her from the winds.

She questions herself, “Did I make the right choice to leave everything I ever knew? Will my father miss me? Will he be angry with me? Will he even recognize that I am gone?” Atsila echoes the questions in her mind with each footstep.

 

“Whooooo,” says an unknown source, which can be heard faintly in the darkness.

 

“Who’s there,” Atsila asks in a squatty voice.

 

“Whooooo, Whooooo,” the unknown source repeats again.

 

“Hello,” Atsila inquires once more.

 

She stops walking and investigates the source. Atsila’s heart beats rapidly as her nervousness displays. She’s startled by the sight of a tree shadow that looks like a monster.

 

 

Fortunately, the unknown source is only an owl that launches past her from the shadows. Weary from her travels, she decides to find refuge for the night. Atsila walks over to an empty site, apart from the surrounding trees. On the ground fifty-feet from where she, stood to the right, gathers wood pieces, branches of all sizes, that she finds beneath her trembling feet. She produces a warm fire while preparing to settle down. Still kneeling by her sleeping pallet she turns her head to the sound of invisible footsteps.

Chapter Three: His Return

Atsila asks, “Who’s there? Hello. Not again,” she whispered openly. With no reply she ignored the noise. Thinking that it could just be another animal, she lays down as her body soaks into the cozy sleeping place.

 

“I have been waiting for you, for a very long time,” a male’s voice says.

 

Believing that she must be dreaming while falling asleep, she recloses her tired eyes.

 

“I have been waiting for you, for a very long time,” the male’s voice repeats.

 

Sitting up Atsila is in a half state of sleep. She yawns and tries to wake herself. She opens her eyes to the sight of a wolf. In disbelief that the wolf in front of her eyes could be communicating with her without speaking, she turns over to lie back down. When Atsila finally falls asleep the wolf moves near, places its’ restful head upon her sleeping pallet, and guards her until daylight.

 

When Atsila awakens the wolf is gone.

“Was I dreaming? Did I really see a wolf? “Was it a Spirit?” she wonders. Atsila sits on top of a short clean-looking log and chews on some bread she took with her before leaving home. She is at peace. The birds are chirping, the sun warmly touches her face, and a cool breeze passes by lifting her long dark her. Before the sun reaches the top of the trees Atsila decides to gather her belongings and continue her journey.

 

 

All day she walks without a clue as to where she is going. The fiery sun had begun to dip back into the earth and the moon made itself known. Wanting to take refuge before the moon completely covers the sky Atsila walks near and enters into a desert and well conceal cave.

 

Outside of the cave set countless rows of magnificent bright flowers and an abundance of wildlife. The cave’s entrance embeds a large polished frame of earth tone marble stones. The inside of the cave, she notices, has four large chambers. And there is an exposed back passage which leads outwards into a beautiful tropical enclosed waterfall with a pool.

Chapter Four: Waya’s Chase

After witnessing the beauty of nature Atsila turns around and heads back towards the crown of the cave. Atsila walks midway and becomes aware of footsteps emerging. Atsila races frighteningly towards the entry; but, she is shocked that the same harmless, gentle wolf from her previous night is in the middle of the opened route. Atsila, trying to show no fear in her eyes, stops running and begins to walk slowly.

 

Atsila begins to yell in frustration, “Wolf, what are you? Why have you been following me? Are you a Spirit Protector?”

 

She runs out of questions as the wolf looks at her without understanding. She begins to question her mental state.

 

“You’re not crazy,” a male’s voice says.

 

Atsila looks around but there is no one else in the cave other than the wolf and herself.

 

“Show Yourself!” Atsila yells at the wolf who she believes is a demon of tricky.

 

“As you desire,” the man’s voice says.

 

With the blink of an eyelid the wolf, what stands before her, is a handsome man.

 

“Who are you? Where did you come from? What do you want?” Atsila questions the man.

 

“My name is Waya. I’m sorry, I can’t let you leave. We were meant to find each other,” the man says in a firm voice.

 

Petrified that she will never see her village, friends, or father again, with all her might she dashes pass him. Waya lets out a disturbing cry and transforms back into a wolf.

 

 

  Atsila forgets about the sounds passing over her as she leaps out of the opening into the dim midnight air. Atsila does not look back or stop as she frantically launches through the forest with only the moons’ light to guide her. She runs, stirring up the dirty, like a raging horse who no mortal can detain. Something catches her left foot and she falls down a slope into a muddy ditch. Out of the corner of her brown eyes she notices the other wolves, which were chasing behind her earlier, so Atsila lies on her stomach and crawls towards an aged tree. She knows that she can’t outrun them, so she decides that her best choice will be to hide. Then heavy rains begin to fall.

 

“Find Her!” Waya’s voice demands to the other wolves.

 

The rain hides Atsila’s scent and makes her invisible from the wolves so she takes her time to safely climb up a tree until she finds a secure branch to set on. Atsila can hear the wolves, as they communicated back and forth with each other, but she can not see them. For what seems like hours, the pack franticly hunts for her. Atsila attempts not to focus on the lightning or thundering and sits motionless, resembling an owl bunching up, in a thick leaf covered tree. Without warning she hears a cracking sound and she sees herself falling.

 

“Help me, Mother Earth, Help Me!” Atsila shouts out with fear.

 

White energies appear around Atsila, before she hits the ground, she involuntary transforms into a beautiful snow-white wolf. She hits the ground and lands on her side.

 

 

She moans and the sound sweeps through the forest. In seconds, Atsila is surrounded, by wolves with piercing white glowing eyes. She hears footsteps and knows their Waya’s. Each footstep sends shock waves into her stationary body. Atsila is