The White Wolf Its 11:57pm and all I can hear is John somewhere in the dark in front of me, mumbling about how we made it just in time. All I have been told is that we are in the woods and that I am about to witness something amazing, according to my brother. We stop at a small clearing and put up our tents, waiting. After I put on the dull camping light I can see that John is sitting on a camping stool facing the slighty raised ground to the west, his eyes wide. We are surrounded by oak and pine trees in every direction besides the west, which I have now come to realise as a cliff edge. I want to get a better look but my legs feel like they are about to fall off. Just as I sit down I hear John whisper, " Annie, Annie look!" Squinting my eyes I look to the raised platform where John is pointing, his eyes lit up by the moonlight filtered through the tall trees. Then we see it. The creature we have been waiting for, as it comes to the edge of my blurry vision, glowing white, my mouth hanging open. A long howl echoes through the forest as I strain my eyes and see, the White Wolf.