Larkin squeaked and ducked down just in time for a beer bottle to smash against the door right where his head had been a second ago. The boy turned and fled out of the house, his father and mother's screams following after him. He clapped his hands over his ears and kept running, disappearing into the forest. He ran down the path he had taken countless of times but he was panicked and not watching where he was going. He gasped as he suddenly found himself falling and slamming onto the ground. He lay there gasping for a minute before he slowly picked his body up and continued trekking down the path. He looked around nervously. It was dark and with the trees grouped so close together it was hard to see through the gloom. But he couldn't go back...not until he was sure his parents had calmed down. 

So the boy continued forward, wrapping his arms around himself as he went. Finally when he couldn't walk anymore he plopped down on a log and examined himself in the poor lighting. He was scratched on his face and neck by branches and when he rolled up his sleeve he saw he had a fierce bruise on his upper arm where his father had grabbed him. Larkin sighed and stood, looking around before he felt his heart drop into his stomach. He must have wandered off his path in the dark. He looked around at the unfamiliar scenery and tried to calm his racing heart and think rationally. He took a deep and tried walking back the way he came but he had not gone but a few steps when a growl rang out. The tiny boy froze in place, wide eyes darting around before he spotted the yellow eyes glowing at him from the darkness. The bushes rustled and a few wolfs appeared. Larkin whimpered and stumbled back before fear unlocked his joints and he turned. bolting in a random direction. There were howls as they wolfs gave chase. Larking crashed through the undergrowth, breath panting harshly from his lungs as he pushed himself to run faster. He broke free of the forest and found himself in a small clearing but it was then that a weight landed on his back, sending him tumbling to the ground. Larkin shrieked in fear as he felt the wolf's warm breath on the back of his neck and he squeezed his eyes shut, tears spilling down his pale cheeks.