I walked forward, shivering. I knew it was dangerous to be out in the woods at night. I had to get to my shelter though. I suddenly noticed something. It was silent. No noise whatsoever. I heard a branch snap and spun around. There was no one there. I then heard a howl in the distance. More howls.
They were getting closer and louder.
I let my instincts take over. I ran; I knew that it was stupid to run, but I was scared. I ran faster, panic taking over me. And then I heard rapid footsteps behind me, getting closer by the second. And then I was tackled.
The wind was knocked out of me; I heard a low growl in my ear and panicked. I rolled over, so that he was pinned down on his back with me on top. I jumped up and looked back; I held my dagger tightly as he stood up. I slashed at him and he caught my wrist.
He growled and tightened his grip on my wrist when I tried to pull away. His claws grew out and dug into my skin painfully. I kicked at his stomach and he caught my foot. He then lifted me up by my ankle, hanging me upside down like a rag doll. With my free hand, I got my hunting knife from my belt and slashed at the arm holding my ankle.
He jerked his arm back, dropping me; he still had my wrist trapped though. He let go when I kicked his legs, sending him skidding back a bit. And that's when the next wolf showed up.
The second wolf, now number two, howled with delight. They were both extremely strong, obviously. Number one grinned wickedly; they were now teamed! I couldn't fight off two werewolves, let alone one. I flung my knife at number two, and he dodged it easily.
As I was momentarily distracted, number one tackled me from the side. I jumped to my feet, kicking number two away. Number one kicked my legs out from underneath me. I spun to face number one; a huge mistake. While I did so, number two raised his claw and sliced my back to ribbons.
I almost screamed; number one then tackled me again, and I couldn't get up. He had his foot on my stomach, pinning me while I thrashed uselessly. Rocks underneath me tore into the cuts in my back, making Mr cry out in pain. He grinned and looked at number two. "I believe it's your kill." He said, and number two looked at me, obviously delighted. Number one watched number two, and then stepped back.
Before I could get up, number two had his foot planted in my chest, pressing down so hard that I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes; I heard a growl and a ripping sound. The pressure on my chest disappeared. I sat up then got to my feet slowly. I wasn't letting this guy go alive. I wasn't giving him the satisfaction of me dying.
I ran at him, hurling my knife at him. He sidestepped and pressed the palm of his hand into my torn up back. I cried out in pain, almost blacking out. "Stop fighting me.." He said as I jerked away and turned around, facing him. I glared at him, though I was still afraid. "Stop." He repeated. I then struggled to keep my eyes open; the last thing I saw before I blacked out was him staring at me.