Prologue

Jared had always been conceited when it came to his ability to climb. Rock climbing had been a hobby of his since he could find the strength to pull himself upward. Today was finally the day he would assess his talent against the behemoth, Mount Everest. Being the person he was Jarred had underestimated the threat the mountain held. His positioned his foot on the rocks face, altering his bodies arrangement as he sprung upwards. Miscalculation had caused his hand to slip, his head was jarred against his helmet and the crag. He now was hanging from the mountain by one hand his legs haphazardly attempting to regain there bearing.

"Shit." He muttered.

A gust of wind blast past him its frigidity was unpleasant to his exposed skin. The abrupt downpour had snapped him out of his reverie.

"Are you kidding me!..." He moaned as the rain abused his skin.

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From above he watched as a silhouette taunted his vison. If he had to wager a guess he'd say it was a grey wolf but that wasn't possible at this altitude. He blinked his eyes quickly trying to clear his mind of the apparition.

For a moment he felt himself hang suspended, free of everything. Then mercilessly gravity took over, and he plunged toward the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut as the wind belt at his body. After awhile became acclimated to the free fall. Then he felt nothing nor his limb or the beating of his heart.

"Am I dead? " He thought.

He started to feel his hands again yet the length felt off. His nail dug into his skin felling pain he unclenched them.

"Ouch, that hurt..."

He came to a realization, "That hurt!!! it really hurts I'm not dead!."