NovelEnglishChapter 0011 Chapter 11 Cara's POV My body lay still in the hospital bed as my mind dreamed.
When I was young, barely old enough to be called a child instead of a baby. My hands were small, and I wasn't quite sure on my feet.
Looking around, the trees towered over me, I must have lost my way, there was no sign of a trail or footpath. Bright, melodious birdsong caught my ear, and I followed the sound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, the birdsong turned into the sound of crying. It was a boy. He couldn't have been much older than me. He was sitting under an enormous oak tree, face in my hands. A stick snapped under my foot, and he looked up with big blue eyes.
"Are you lost, too?" I asked him.
He wiped his tears, nodding his little head.
"C'mon." I offered him my hand with a smile. I think we need to go this way," I said, pointing towards the river that could be seen from a distance through the trees.
I helped him up and we walked hand in hand towards the flowing water. I was pretty sure that this might be the sriver that crossed under the highway. If we could just get to the road, I figured we'd find an adult soon after that. Sure enough, the sounds of the river were accompanied by the sounds of vehicles. The highway was close now, We e see a sign that says "Pack DarkWood We picked up speed, eager to run to safety. We laughed as we raced, trying to outpace each other. By the twe reached the road, we were sweating and panting together.
"You're the... best girl in the whole wide... world," the boy said in between gasps for breath. "When I grow up, I'm gonna marry you and make you my Luna." The little boy looked at me, bright blue eyes full of promise and contrasting with his dark hair. He looked so familiar. He looked like He looked like Alaric.
I wake abruptly from the dream, bright light stinging my eyes.
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I close my eyes again and lay my head back on the pillow trying to process the dream I just woke from.
The whole thing seemed so real, almost like a memory. But Loanith think of a tI've ever felt that En lost.... Except when I was three years old.
When Pack DarkWood foundas an orphaned pup.
My head is still fuzzy, but I try to think back to what Grandmother, the m she-wolf who raiseused to tellabout my past. She said I'd been found wandering... wandering in the woods!
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