Distressed

Distressed
The night was refreshing, at least for him. His yellow eyes were fokused on the moon, which showed up in a beautiful white crescent. He absorbed its bright glow and deep inside him he felt the wolf starting to howl. There was no sound but his own breath breaking through the silence of the darkness. He slowly closed his eyes. He missed the old times, he was missing her. The images always appeared in front of his inner eye, those memories which were nearly breaking him appart. She would never come back, never. She would wait for him somewhere, where he couldn't reach her. How often did he try to follow her? How often did he wished to hear her voice again, to see the children which he could have had together with her? He would never meet them. Carefully he lowered his head a bit. His desire to have a family again was stronger than ever before. Some quiet rustle reached his ear. Nothing. Probably just a rabbit or another creature that lifed in this forest, one of those thousand forest he already wandered through… and they were always looking the same… but this one was diffrent, somehow. It smelled not the same, kind of sweet and bitter at the same time. Another breath but not his own this time. Without a rush he opened his golden eyes. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore but nevertheless it was shocking him to see that what he never expected to find in front of his eyes. A dark shadow, a she. Young. Beautiful… but totally distorted. He had to look twice. No, it was no illusion. Her whole body was covered with wounds. Some were already healing again but most of them were badly inflamed. The worst of them was setted on her belly. It just looked as if someone ripped a big part out of it and still there were some drops of blood mixed together with pus dripping to the ground. Her face didn't show any emotion not even pain, it stayed just untouched. The eye that wasn't covered by her long mane was monstrous wided. „ You're standing in my way," she whispered quietly. „Are you a wolf?"  He was more than confused by her talking. She seemed to had been treaten worser than he could imagine. He walked a bit closer to her. The bad smell of her wounds was hitting him into his face and he had to interrupt a retch. „Who… who did that to you?" He asked her with a worried sound in his voice. She looked at him as if he lost his mind.
„No one."
„Isn't there something that I could do for you?"
„No. I'm fine, thanks."
He knew that she was everything but fine. „Well could you even tell me your name?" He tried to make his voice to sound as soft as possible but her face didn't change at all. „No. It's better for you not to know it but you may tell me yours." Slowly he cocked his head. It was totally clear for him that something distressed her but anyway he answered her question. „Dallmano, my name is Dallmano." She walked some steps closer to him until she nearly touched his nose with hers. „An italian name, right?" Dallmano nodded. „Well Dallmano it would be better for you if you forget our little meeting." Her mouth changed to a slight smile that didn't touch her eyes. „There is something following me that you shouldn't walk over the way. Something that I angered to death since I did something terrible. Something terrible that will change my life forever." The little smile became a grin that kind of scared him. You couldn't even call it a grin. It was demonic. „Ist better to you to leave this place directly, trust me." A soft breeze threw her hair up and revealed her hidden eye. It was bloody red and with this Dallmano realized who she was or more… what she was. Horrified he stumbeled backwards, pressing his eyes together. As he opened them again she was gone. Without hesitating he did what she said and made his way out of this forest. He never saw her again but he would never forget what he thought when he first saw her. Dannata…