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When Tomorrow Comes Novel Read Online - I looked ahead. The river was right in front of me. I started to head towards the rocks when I heard a whimper. Turning right, I followed the sound. There before me lay a rather large wolf, about the size of a horse. I stopped and looked at it. It noticed me straight away and whimpered. I crouched low to take a look.

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“Hey, boy, I just want to take a look at you,” I said, edging closer. The wolf whimpered again, but it didn’t move. It was obviously stuck on something.

I’d never seen a wolf before. I always just assumed they were bigger versions of dogs. But this wolf was much bigger than I had imagined. It was beautiful. It had grey fur that I think people described as ‘blue,’ and its coat was shiny and smooth. This wolf was very muscular, and it had the most piercing beautiful blue eyes. I tried not to look at the wolf in the eyes, as that was a sign of aggression, or something, wasn’t it?

I bowed my head near its face and followed its length of its body with my eyes. Its hind leg was caught on something. I moved closer, I wonder how long it’s been here?, I thought. Then I saw it hidden in the bush. A bear trap, and the wolf’s hind leg was caught in the teeth.

The wolf tried to move.

“Keep still,” I said, “I’m not going to hurt you.” I moved the branches aside. Someone had taken the time to hide the trap near a bush, winding leaves and branches around it as a camouflage. I studied it, the teeth were sharp, and the wolf must have struggled, there was a lot of blood and gashes on its hind leg. I touched the jaw of the trap and felt the familiar vibration in my fingers. That was interesting. I only felt that vibration when I touched silver, and thought that bear traps were made of steel or something.

“Okay buddy,” I said, looking back at the wolf.

“I’m going to try to pull the jaws apart, if you can pull your leg out.”

The wolf looked at me and whined again. I placed my hands on the jaws and pulled. The wolf tried to tug its leg out, but its movement caught my hand, making the teeth cut into my skin. I cried out in pain, which made the wolf whimper a bit more. I stopped and adjusted my position I was crouched in.

Taking a big breath, I tried again. Screaming, I managed to pull the jaws apart further this time, and I could feel the pain in the muscles of my arm.

I paused, but didn’t let go, pulling the jaws further apart while the teeth continued to dig into the flesh of my fingers and palm of my hands. Finally, the leg was released, and wolf pulled it out of the trap. As quick as I could, I let go of the jaws, and they snapped back into place.

I panted, sitting down next to the wolf’s head. It didn’t move but watched me as I looked at my hands.

“It’s okay,” I said to it. It whimpered back in response. I took my first aid kit out of my bag. I had some scissors and antiseptic, band aids, but no bandages. I looked at the wolf.

“I need to take a look at your leg,” I said. I shuffled over and lifted the leg into my lap. The gashes were long and not healing, and there was still a lot of bleeding.

“I’m glad you’re not human, I said, taking my jacket off. I then took my shirt off and was now sitting next to the wolf in my sports bra. With the scissors, I cut and ripped strips of fabric from my shirt. Then I grabbed a water bottle and began to clean the wounds on the leg. I ran my fingers near each tear, feeling a vibration as I felt the silver move out of the wolf’s body. I dried the wounds and noticed that the bleeding had stopped. I rubbed some antiseptic in the wounds, and with the fabric of my shirt I wrapped a makeshift bandage leg, tying the edges into each other as tightly as I could.

I got the water bottle and rinsed my knuckles and fingers with the water. The wolf whined again, looking at me.

“It’s okay, I heal quickly,” I said, showing my hands.

“How long you been here huh?,” I asked, as if the wolf understood me.

“You must be hungry.” I grabbed a muesli bar out of bag and broke a piece off it, throwing the piece in front of the wolf. The animal gobbled it up, so I fed it the rest of my muesli bar. I smiled as I took a bite out of my sandwich. The wolf came closer and put its snout on my leg, looking up at me.

“You’re a handsome thing, aren’t you?” I said, scratching its head. I fed the wolf the other half of my sandwich. It stood up, licked my cheek, and then took off running back into the forest.

I smiled at myself. I had done good today. Tidying up my things, I put my bag back on my back and ran back the way I came.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, but when I exited the forest trail, Grandad was there, in his truck, waiting for me.

“Hi,” I said, sliding into the seat next to him.

“You weren’t waiting long, were you?,” I asked. I wouldn’t have been happy if he had waited the whole time for me.

“No, I just got here. How was it?,” He asked.

“Good. Hey, I didn’t know we had bears around here,” I said, looking at grandad.

“We don’t,” he said.

“Oh.” I didn’t say anything for a bit, but then I looked at him, “then why are there bear traps out there?”

“I’m sorry?,” He asked, looking at me.

“Yeah. And I didn’t know they made them out of silver. Seems an expensive waste of money if you ask me,” I said. Grandad stopped the car at the house and we both got out.

“Are you sure they were made of silver?,” he asked, following me inside.

“What was made of silver?,” William asked as we walked into the living room.

“Bear traps. And yeah, I know what silver feels like against my skin. It tickles,” I reply, throwing my bag on the floor and shoving my earbuds back into my ears. I lay on the couch listening to my music.

Fenella came in a little while later and pulled an ear bud out of my ear. “Want to help me with dinner?,” she asked.

I nodded. “Sure. Have Grandad and William gone somewhere?” I asked, noticing that they weren’t in the room.

“They had to go back into work. The mayor called a meeting,” she said. I nodded.

7. I Can Bite My Tongue

“I can hold my breath, I can bite my tongue, I can stay awake for days if that’s what you want…” - Human by Christina Perri

I had another class after the meeting but decided to skip. I went to the front office and signed myself out, then I texted my aunt to let her know I left school early, and I jogged the thirty minutes home.

I snuck into the house and listened to see if anyone was home, then I took the stairs two at a time to my room. I changed into some shorts and a tank top, my sneakers, and a hooded jacket. Grabbing my bag and exchanging my school things for a water bottle and some snacks, I took off for the track that led to the river.

Running took me just over ten minutes to get to the track. I took a drink of my water and plugged my headphones into my phone, so I could drown my thoughts in my music. I didn’t stop till I got to where the track was closest to the river. Stopping I took another swig of water and started my descent down the hill.

I went over to where I had found the wolf and the trap. The trap had gone and there was no evidence that the wolf had come back. I turned back to river and found a rock to sit on. I watched as the water rushed past the stones on their way to wherever they were going.

I didn’t know how I felt about doing extra ‘training,’ as they put it. The physical education system was so much different here than to what I saw others do at my old school. There was more of a focus towards combat than athletics and sports than I was used to. And quite frankly I was more than a bit scared. I still had nightmares, and although they were less frequent, they were still there.

I thought about all the martial arts training my mum had put me in. She worked hard and late long nights so I could them. Instead of going home when I was little, she had arranged with the local Karate studio for me to do lessons there straight after school. I did that for a bit and then she enlisted me into taekwondo and finally capoeira, which I absolutely loved. I even got awards and went up quite a few levels.

But when I was eleven my dad came home from one of his periods away. I think it had been a year by then, and mum was in the kitchen while I was practicing some of my moves.

Tears began to form in my eyes at the memory.


Jasmine – age 11

“What do you think you’re doing?” I heard a yell from behind me. I turned and saw my dad, his face ruddy with anger.

“Fern get your fat ass here and tell me what my daughter is doing!” he bellowed again, spittle coming out of his mouth. Mum walked into the room. He grabbed her wrist and held it tight, crushing it, and mum collapsed in the pain, struggling to pull his fingers off her.

“I’m sorry dad!” I cried, running over to him.

“You little slag!” he yelled, backhanding me across the face. I flew and landed with my back against the sofa.

“And where is your bracelet? Who said you could take it off? Stop that whimpering and go get it,” he took his hand off her wrist and she held it protectively.

When she didn’t move he grabbed the hair on the back of her head.

“Are you deaf? Get your bracelet!” He yelled, pushing her head forward and letting go. He looked at me, his eyes narrowing in anger.

“Stay there,” he growled, pointing to me, and then walking out of the house.

Mum came back in the room sobbing. I hated seeing her sob like that. She passed me the bracelet so I could put it back on her. It had a thickness of a centimetre with some strange markings etched into it. Mums’ fingertips were red from carrying the bracelet over to me, and she couldn’t put it on with help.

As dad walked in she quickly scurried away.

“So, you think you’re better than me? You think you can do what you want? You think you don’t have to wear the gift I gave to you? My mother helped make that for you.” He grabbed her neck, forcing mum to look at him.

“I’m, I’m sorry Andrew, I won’t take it off. Please Andrew,” mum begged. Dad grinned.

“I’ll give you a reason not to take it off,” he said, ripping her shirt from her back.

‘Fudge! Please don’t. Please! Please!’ I yelled in my head in terror as I noticed chains he’d brought in with them.

Before I thought I ran over to my father and went in low. Using my hand and knee to support I kicked his leg, then standing I did a hammer kick, my foot meeting his jaw. He fell off balance slightly and let go of my mother.

“What’s wrong?” he yelled, with a surprised look on his face. I was eleven, he was twice my size and probably four times heavier than me, but I didn’t want him to hurt mum.

Feeling a bit cocky now that I had offed his balance, I went in again, taking a leap to try and land on his back. But I must have been too slow because he caught me by my neck and held me there.

“And who taught you that huh? Who said she could learn to defend herself huh Fern?”

I began to see spots as mum pleaded again for him not to hurt me. He threw me and I remember hitting the window and flying through it.

“Now both of you will pay,” He growled.


I stood by the river and watched the water furiously rush over rocks as it made its way towards its destination. The words from Christina Perri’s song was singing in my head. I stopped doing martial arts after that beating. The fear of my father was enough to put a stop to that. I still had scars on my back and in my head from then. I’d shoved that memory as far down as possible, and the thought of having to do anything similar to that seemed to bring it up.

I sucked the mucus back up from my nose and tried to calm myself with my breathing. I began to softly sing.

“But I’m only human, And I bleed when I fall down, I’m only human, And I crash and I fall down, words in my head, knives in my heart…”

I felt a wetness on my hand and looked to my right. Next to me was that big grey wolf I had met earlier. He had licked my hand to get my attention.

“Oh my god, you gave me a fright!” I said placing my hand on my chest. My heart was pounding. I took a few big breaths and looked at the wolf who had been watching me. I wiped the tears from my eyes the wolf came up and licked my hand again.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, buddy,” I said, scratching his head. He made a noise and looked up at me.

“I’m okay. How are you, how’s your leg?,” I asked, smiling at him. I didn’t know if the wolf was a him or her, but I decided on a ‘him.’ He was a big wolf, and I didn’t think females could be as big as him.

He turned around and showed me his hind leg. I looked at it. If you hadn’t known, you wouldn’t know he had been recently hurt. I moved from the rock and was now sitting on the dirt, cross-legged in front of him.

“So why are you here again huh?,” I said, scratching his head again. He put his head on my leg and I ran my hand and fingers through his soft coat.

“I like this place. It’s a nice place to think,” I said, “funny, me, talking to a dog.” He growled.

“Sorry, wolf,” I said smiling, and he put his head back on my lap, as if he understood.

“I like you, buddy. It’s almost like you understand me,” I said. I sighed.

“I feel like I don’t understand anything anymore. Hey, can I tell you something? Or ask you something. I know you’re a wolf and you can’t answer, but… at least you’ll keep it to yourself?”

I sighed again, and then told him all about what had happened today with the commander and Mr. Armstrong. I told him how I felt about doing self-defence and fighting classes. And I told him about the time dad hurt mum when he caught her without her bracelet, and I had tried to help her.

I sat there, not talking, while the wolf, I must stop calling him that, rested his head on my leg- keeping me warm.

“I should get going,"" I eventually said to myself. I moved and the wolf stood up next to me.

“Thanks for listening to me buddy,” I said, and I wrapped my arms around its neck, giving him a hug.

“You know for a wolf, you’re not so scary,” I smiled. Scratching between his ears again, I left and returned to the track, heading for home."

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