She had been told the legend of the forest. But Lucy hadn't expected them to be real. So what happens when she ventures into the woods alone? And lands in the clutches of a certain werewolf? Little did she know, once entering, there is no escape. Jacob/oc.

~Dark Side Of The Moon~

With a huff of relief, I exited the store, my shift finally over. I guess that's what I get for wanting to do a night job. But, I had been asked to work for another hour. So now, it was dark outside. I grimace. Usually I would be home before the sun sets. I bet Mom would be worrying. Though she doesn't have to, I've already sent her a text saying I'd be home in no time.

I sigh again, rubbing my forearms as I walk down the deserted road. 'Should've brought a jacket…' thought the voice in my head 'It's freezing!'. I shiver. Oh joy. Rain. Rain splattered onto my cheek and dripped down and off my chin. I shiver once again when more rain hits me like stabbing ice.

A thought occurs to me. I stop and look round at the thick forest to the left. 'Maybe…'. I bite my lower lip forcefully, probably leaving myself a mark. I could take a shortcut- it wouldn't take long, right? It's a half an hour walk from the main road, if I walk through the forest, or the shortcut, it would take 15 minutes off.

Before I even realised it, I had already begun walking toward the green glory. The thick black forest becoming more clearer and closer. I stop, just a few feet away. I rub my arms again, trying to rid myself of the goose bumps that began to form. "It'll be quicker…" I told myself "A quicker way to get back home, no worries…" my voice was higher than usual. But I ignored it and forced myself forward- blinding myself of the protest in my legs. I began to walk into the black abyss…

I let out a small groan. This was hopeless. It was talking longer than usual to get home. Maybe I should just go back… I pivot round, intending on heading back the way I came from, but I stop and stare up. I look over my shoulder and back again. It all looked the same. The same mossy green trees and the cold, wet ground. Like it was some sort of maze.

A lump landed in my throat. What if I couldn't get back? What if Mom already phoned the police? My eyes widen at the thought. Oh god, I'm lost. But with one final decision- I turn back. Walking faster than before to get out of the forest. If I go back the way I came from, I'd be fine- nothing was going to jump out and hurt me. Right?

I stare unblinkingly as I push harder. My legs letting out a small waves of pain. Sometimes I wish my Grandpa hadn't told me those damn stories. I used to have nightmares constantly about it. I shiver. The story about cold ones and the shifters. Or better known for the names as 'Vampires' and 'Werewolves'. I was scared to death of the two. I was even scared to approach a puppy at some stage in my life.

Mom had went berserk at him for filling my head with such nonsense. But I still found it frightening. Yes, an 18 year old scared of old myths and legends and is still scared to look under her bed at night. I mean, everyone is scared of something in their life. And I guess mine is a bit more extreme. I've not grown out of the stage yet…

I rub my forearms again when a light breeze of damp air brushed passed me. Grandpa told me, a year or two ago, when I was sixteen, about a boy that went missing. He said that he was a shifter. The boy, as I can remember, lived near where I live now. La Push. He went rouge after the love of his life left him for a cold one. It's said that when he's hungry, he'd lure young and beautiful women out into the forest and eat them. Grandpa said it's because it reminds him of his love. So he destroys their face before gobbling them up.

I let out a shaky laugh. I wont have to worry then. I don't taste good… yeah, if he find me, I'll tell him I don't taste good. I'm probably going crazy… I hear the sound of a twig snapping. I freeze, my body rigid and stiff. My head slowly rotates round. The black forest thick and blinding. I felt like I was blind. It was too dark… but there wasn't anything there.

I clicked my fingers. That's it! My mind is playing tricks on me! I must've deserved that, thinking about stilly little things like werewolves and vampires. Ha! No such thing! I jerkily continue to walk. Each step shaky and uneven. I found myself stumbling over roots every now and then.

I hear another sound of something snapping. I freeze again, looking round quicker. Nothing. Black and green. There's nothing there. I gulp. It had already begun to get to me. I pick up my pace, slowly growing into a small jog. There's another snap. I jump half a foot in the air before making a mad dash- turning into a full on sprint for civilisation. More twigs snap.

My heartbeat picks up. I hear the gentle thumps of someone else running. No, not someone more like something. Have you ever heard a dog or a cat running? The way their feet let out small thumps every time they run? Well, that's exactly how it sounded. No- no way!

I look over my shoulder. Surely enough- I see glowing black eyes. I hadn't realised black eyes could glow. But compared to the already black forest- they seemed darker, intelligent and secretive. I let out a small gasp as I see the form of the animal begin to form.

It's large. Larger than a bear and a horse put together. My heart bangs like a hammer as I pick up more speed. The animal- looked like it was some oversized dog. My eyes widen. 'Wolf!'. I let out a short scream before my head ripped round. A wave of energy washing through me. An adrenaline rush. I felt it overtake me as I became more faster.

I heard the low growling noise from behind me. The running wolf becoming more faster. This is it then. I'm going to die. I hear the footsteps stop for an instant, but there was a growling noise. And very close. Before I could react, something rough shoved me to the ground. I tripped over a few roots before slamming hard into the ground.

I grunt loudly, wincing when the left side of my body scraped painfully against a few rocks. I roll over, forcefully pushing myself up off the ground. I hear another growl. I freeze on the spot, slowly turning round.

I am captured by those deep dark eyes…

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