Werewolf Committee

"Excuse me miss?" Said a voice and something shook my shoulder which made me jolt awake and look around for any danger.

"Wheres the fire!" I yelled while the man who woke me up chuckled at me.

"There's no fire," the old man said who looked at me with a kind smile.

"Then why," I say looking at my watch, "-am I being woken up at seven in the morning?" I ask frowning as I look around the train to see it almost empty.

"This is the last stop. You need to hop off," he said pointing to the display lights in the bus that clearly wrote 'last stop.'

"Uh, thanks."

I grabbed my suitcase and went over to the already open doors, and stepped out. However what I didn't expect was for my feet to sink into snow.

"What the hell?" I grumbled as I tried to walk forward, but my skinny legs won't allow it.

Groaning, I slumped down and sat on my suitcase as I tried to think of something to do. Looking around I caught a street sign that read 'North- the element of water- Wolf Committee.'

And indeed were they right. The whole place was covered in wet snow. Sighing I lifted my hand to touch the pure white snow, however the snow from beneath my hand lifted up with it.

Snatching my hand back I looked around to see if anyone saw while I had a look of shock on my face.

"What the.." I whispered as I slowly lifted my hand up a hundred thoughts raced my mind but nothing happened this time.

I could've sworn it was me but then again it could've been the wind... Or something else, right?

thoughts I caught a figure from the corner of my eye and saw a boy with a

boy looked left and right for the source of my voice and once he spotted me he took cautious steps towards me. After what felt like forever he stood in

hair was tucked in a brown beanie while a few of

I help you?" He asked his voice still cautious as he

the Werewolf committee...do you know were it is?" I asked tucking my hair behind my

"-why do you need to

hands up in mock surrender as I took

and got shipped here," I said looking down at the snow and pointing at

less cautious, "- want a ride?" He asked pointing

to pass of an offer like

to the sledge, -ever so slowly- and he sat at the front while I sat behind him with suitcase in

at a slow pace since the hill wasn't tilted

didn't you trust me?" I ask him

now?" He said rudely and

we don't know who to trust." He says quietly and I nod my head in understanding

ask him and he

my family lives

your name," he says as the sleigh

"It's Elina. Yours?"

"Tom," he says simply.

that the sleigh goes down in incredible speed. I yelp in surprise and

he gets of the sleigh and helps me off. The snow here is only a

doing