The Clearing
The forest was dead silent. Not even the animals dared to move. The moonlight sliced through the black forest like a knife through butter. Suddenly the silence was broken as the leaves crunched under its giant paws. The werewolf was searching. Its big brown eyes scanned its surroundings for a stray animal, anything would do, it was starving. The gigantic wolf turned a corner and in the clearing there was a lonesome deer. The werewolf, hackles up, started running for the dear as fast as its legs would take it. The dear turned, fear struck its eyes as it saw the wolf darting towards it. It then too started to run. Dodging half-dead trees and thorny bushes, the deer knew it had to get away or it was death. Suddenly the deer came to a halt. It couldn't run anymore. The wolf stopped running as well. They were now both standing in the same clearing as before. The way the moonlight hit the wolf made it look 10 times bigger. As the wolf snarled the scruffy grey fur on its back stood on its ends. The deer just stood there unable to move, frozen with fear. The wolf pounced, breaking the deer's skin with its pearly white sharp teeth. The deer had lost. The forest floor now had puddles of blood the red pure as rubies in the moonlight, where the deer had stood just moments ago. The werewolf was feeling very proud of its self with the limp deer in the grasps of his jaws. It went back to its den to enjoy its feast. Little did it know that in the morning it would wake up as a human and not remember a thing. Once again the forest is dead silent, no animal daring to move.