Chapter 4
Alone With Death

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POV: Tamara Davis

Tamara instantly flinched as she suppressed her breath – her heartbeat speeds up intensely while looking at those vicious eyes.

She could still remember this one huge wolf that surrounded Benson a while ago. He had a mix of dark brown and dirty white fur. He was the largest among those other four wolves – making it hard for her to forget. Her deadly eyes looked at her – making her breath stop for a matter of seconds and raging chills sent down her spine.

He took a very slow-paced step towards her – leaving a deep paw mark towards the muddy ground – as she took one slow step behind. Her legs began to crumble, but she never looked away from the massive beast’s eyes. Tamara braced herself with her both arms – soothing herself and praying for someone to save her.

Her dark brown eyes were now blurred with unshed tears. She wanted to run, but how? She might just face her dreadful death that instant if she instantaneously did so.

The huge wolf was about to attack her, and she covered her face with her arms – bracing for the sudden impact that it might’ve caused her. But then, another large wolf with an auburn fur instantly jumped at his side and did a counterattack on her.

It let out a loud snarl – giving a perilous warning towards massive wolf. Its long sharp and bared canines were obviously seen.

Tamara cringed with shock but also amazed at the same time.

The auburn furred wolf looked at her and slowly nodded her head, as if telling her to go while the rogue growled loudly.

Her eyes watered and mouthed ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ before turning and running away.

Guilt crept within her entire system while she was running madly fast. She couldn’t stay there – she just couldn’t.

Her fresh tears flowed freely as she continued running to nowhere. She couldn’t even protect herself nor had the strength to fight but that wolf with an auburn hair could. It could protect itself from whatever that bad wolf was.

She needed to run – and fast. She needed to live and find out what happened to her parents. She needed to because that was what she promised. She needed to find out why someone would run after her. What do they need from her?

She needed to save her own life – not just for herself but to find out the truth and give justice for her parents – whatever happened to them.

She wiped away her tears through her arms as her stifling sobs filled the cold wind that was brushing her skin. She was silently praying to survive – the only thing that keeps her going now.

After hours of continuous running, the darkness slowly dazed by the golden rays of the sun. A mixture of a little black, mauve, orangish, grey, and cerulean colors filled the horizon.

If she wasn’t in her forlorn state right now, she might have loved the tantalizing hues painted in the sky – like she always did.

Tamara roamed around and could now slightly see the place she’s in.

She was still in the middle of the suffocating woods, but she finally saw a glistening river – to which she promptly went near it. She plopped down on her knees on the riverside and drank the running water as if it was the first time, she had it.

She was so thirsty, and her raging stomach growled – but having this clear and fresh water to drink was enough for her to gain her strength, at least.

She washed her face unconsciously – feeling the freshness and coldness of the running water to ease herself. Then, she suddenly stopped when her eyes met her mirrored self.

It reflected her messy wavy crimson red hair that tied knot to one after the other because she didn’t even have time to comb or tie it. Her dark brown almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot red, so as her pointed nose. There was a large black bag under her eyes. Her lips were quivering and whitish while her cheeks were full of tear stained. Her fair skin with touch of rosiness was now paperwhite – like a ghost in a scarry movie.

All in all, she was certainly a total mess.

Her eyes started to water again for her unending tears, but she wiped it away just before it flowed down to her cheeks. She was really weak, and she already knew it. Yet her strong will to find answers to her questions kept her alive – she needed to, and she’s determined to continue in doing so.

Tamara took a deep sigh as she tried to compose herself – while she stared blankly at the space in front of her. She was trying to think about what she should do next.

What now, Tamara? – She thought as her reverie fleets, and she was still sitting on the muddy ground at the riverside. She didn’t even mind whether she was now getting wet with the running water.

Tamara let out a deep sigh as she abruptly jumped a bit and dragged her in reality by a sudden loud and nasty growl – her senses heightened, and her body started to tremble again because of anxiety and fear.

Another growl followed that echoed within the woods – this time it was a little low and weak with a hint of pain in its tone.

A devious laugh trailed after that mixed with a couple of panting and snarling.

The hair at the back of her neck stood up as she shivered just by hearing those sounds resonating the entire depths of the forest.

Tamara wanted to just stay away from whatever it was, but her feet moved closer to where the sounds were coming from – uncontrollable and as if they have their own minds. She wanted to stop but she couldn’t – as if something was telling her to go and she hated it.

She slowly walked towards the large trees covered with vines. Tamara could hear her own heartbeat hammering inside her chest – making it ache a bit.

She swallowed roughly and found herself standing in the two tall thick trees that were twisted their trunks together. It was a secluded area, and the other trees overlapped with each other creating a fence-like trees around the shed. She immediately hid in the great bushes and wild grass.

She saw a small open lounge barn which was made of bamboo and hay. At the barn, three tall men were standing, and one was lying on the ground.

The three men were totally bulky, and they were all wearing black shirts and pants. While the man lying on the ground have nothing in to cover him.

“I already told you to never dare cross us, you coward jerk,” one of the bulky men clearly stated – his voice laced with anger and annoyance.

One of them – the tallest – grabbed the neck of the man lying on the ground and spit at him. Then, he let him go forcefully and kicked his stomach. The man grunted miserably and coughed with blood.

She jumped in terror and covered her mouth to stop her gasping – in hopes of being quiet and never heard by anyone of them. She inaudibly turned around and hid herself more – embracing her body using her trembling arms.

Tamara saw how hideous the scene was.

Would she witness someone’s death?

Here?

In the middle of nowhere while she was all alone?

The rustling sound of the lofty trees enveloped the entire place as the hair at the back of her neck stood making her shiver.