⧫︎Tԋҽ Rαɳɠҽɾ αɳԃ Tԋҽ Wσʅϝ⧫︎
written by ⧫︎Lydia Goldstein⧫︎
This is the story about a ranger girl called Eliza. With her wolf, Thunder, he gets caught and Eliza and a boy called Dean desperately tries to find Thunder. Read and find out what happens! Thanks!
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
Reads
753
Dean
Chapter 3
Eliza was terrified. Where was her beloved wolf? She screamed in anger. She ran around the barn, because he might be still hidden in there, asleep. But there was no wolf. 'The drunk men captured Thunder. I know they did!' Eliza thought. She ran out of the barn, and began thinking again. The men might be in the village, but what if they weren't? And she didn't really have proof that they did capture Thunder. But seeing those men before. . . one of them had asked if Thunder was for sale. Yes, they had stole Thunder! Eliza clenched her fist. And then ran on, deciding to look into the houses and store windows and inside each barn or rotting sheds. She would never give up the search in the village or anywhere else, even if it took days or weeks. Then Eliza remembered what she had said to Thunder. ' "I will never let anyone do anything to you - never." ' Well, she had let Thunder get stolen now! It was her fault! All her fault!
With that, Eliza covered her face in her hands, and sobbed. Then she stopped abruptly. She was sure she had heard some footsteps behind her. She rubbed her eyes, and then looked around.
Standing there, with a slight frown on his face, was a boy. He had brown hair, and hazel eyes. He was wearing a grey top that had holes, and some grubby pants.
"What's the matter?" he asked her.
""It's not your business!" Eliza said fiercely. She had immediately recognised the boy. He was that boy who had that younger sister.
"What's the matter?" the boy repeated. And then he said, "Ah, I see, your wolf's got stolen hasn't it. I know you would never separate from your wolf."
Eliza glared at him.
The boy went on, "Well, I suppose the hide. Yeah, people always get animals for that. Skin th. . ." The boy stopped himself in time.
"What?" Eliza asked anxiously.
"Well, people do want to have the hide," said the boy.
"Hide?"
"Fur."
Then Eliza cried, "They are going to kill Thunder!" And she started sobbing quietly again.
"Hey, come on," said the boy. "Oh, and anyway my name's Dean." He held out a grubby hand.
Eliza shook it, feeling quite sheepish. "Um, I'm Eliza."
"Well, nice to meet you, Eliza," said Dean. "Well, do you want to keep looking?"
Eliza shook her head vigorously.
"Well, come on then," said Dean.
The two of them began to search again.
With that, Eliza covered her face in her hands, and sobbed. Then she stopped abruptly. She was sure she had heard some footsteps behind her. She rubbed her eyes, and then looked around.
Standing there, with a slight frown on his face, was a boy. He had brown hair, and hazel eyes. He was wearing a grey top that had holes, and some grubby pants.
"What's the matter?" he asked her.
""It's not your business!" Eliza said fiercely. She had immediately recognised the boy. He was that boy who had that younger sister.
"What's the matter?" the boy repeated. And then he said, "Ah, I see, your wolf's got stolen hasn't it. I know you would never separate from your wolf."
Eliza glared at him.
The boy went on, "Well, I suppose the hide. Yeah, people always get animals for that. Skin th. . ." The boy stopped himself in time.
"What?" Eliza asked anxiously.
"Well, people do want to have the hide," said the boy.
"Hide?"
"Fur."
Then Eliza cried, "They are going to kill Thunder!" And she started sobbing quietly again.
"Hey, come on," said the boy. "Oh, and anyway my name's Dean." He held out a grubby hand.
Eliza shook it, feeling quite sheepish. "Um, I'm Eliza."
"Well, nice to meet you, Eliza," said Dean. "Well, do you want to keep looking?"
Eliza shook her head vigorously.
"Well, come on then," said Dean.
The two of them began to search again.
