I woke up in a branch of a tree...

The sun made its way through the leaves and slapped my face. My hands hurt from hugging that branch. My clothes were tattered and ripped. I could only vaguely remember what had happened, or why did I fall a sleep in a tree? My stomach yelled in rage, which I could translate as starved. I was starving

The only thing I brought from my middle of the night escape was a bow, from my father's place. How could I be that stupid? How could I expect I would survive with nothing but a bow and a knife? I had been eating super fresh meat from first-rate hunted animal. I remembered exactly the day my father thought me how to hunt. It was the first of june, the sun shone so brightly and the wind played with our hair. I adored him. Even if I had nothing of his features. No black hair, no bright blue eyes. The similarity we had was our love to the nature. Well, I thought I had no choice but I had to love it because we lived near the forest.

My stomach brought me back to reality.

Then, an innocent, cute, and delicious rabbit showed himself to me. I pulled out an arrow, and gripped my bow. As I pulled the string, coldness tickled my shoulder. I couldn't help but shivered. NO! Dammit! I missed that rabbit. Now he was running, and shooting running object was much harder to do than non-moving object.

I pulled out one more arrow in the fastest gesture I could do and pulled my bow's string once more. The arrow got the rabbit right in his leg. I made my way down the tree and end the poor rabbit's life with knife while saying the last sorry he would ever hear.

I took my arrows back to the quiver and started peeling his skin. Making some fire from dry little branches, and cooked, if put some meat to burning flame could be called cook, the meat. The smell of burned meat filled the air. I licked my lips, and began to feel like a true predator, ignoring the fact that I felt sorry to my prey...

The taste of the meat melted and poured into my tongue. My stomach stopped yelling and began to work with pleasure. I just ate a quarter of the meat and tried to find clean plastic to pack it from my ripped jeans to eat later. I stayed there longer to bury his bones and moved forward.

I was stuffed but my throat wasn't either. Maybe you would find a pond of water if you keep moving forward, my brain told me. But I found an abandoned cave instead. I entered the cave slowly and surprised by a hill of bags and weapons. Maybe, maybe this cave wasn't abandoned at all.. I had to steal. I felt terribly sorry and despicable to do that but, it was about my life. And, how could someone, some gang , or even something, manage to collect those collection? What if, what if, whoever it was was a thief? Then, as soon as a thought about it, I heard a growl.

For clear, it was not someone, more like something. And it was not alone, but a pack. Here I was a pack of something!

I could hear something walking closer to me, and recognized from the steps, there was so many. Their eyes were glow in the dark red, and their fur was as dark as the night. I used to see clearly in the night but, it was a day, in a cave. Clearly in the night, not in a day inside a cave. The wolves walked toward me. I shot my knife.. No, it didn't even hurt them. I wondered if my arrow would. I grab one bag and reached for a set of fine knives wrapped in a can made of silver, I guessed.

What I exactly know was, they were not regular wolves..

Their eyes were deeper and scarier. Also hold a terrifying thirsty look. They looked stronger and no doubt, those things were their victims'. Run, I had no chance except that.. But as I reached the mouth of the cave, a man blocked my way. I stopped. Then he hissed 'Hunter'

His pack growled in pleasure.

Yes. I was a hunter. I and my father used to hunt together, to stay alive of course. But aside to the fact that we killed at least three animals each week, we were nature lover. And we cared about animal... They had no reason to hate me, unless I had killed one of their member...

The wolves came closer. The man grinned at me and bared his fangs. His clothes were made of mixed furs that looked not fresh. He was dirty, remembered to the fact that he lived among wolves. I pulled out an arrow and placed it in the bow. Pulled, and ready to shoot. The man hesitated as I spotted his heart, but then, he laughed, so hard.

'It wouldn't hurt me, hunter!'

The arrow fell as it touched his skin

'Who, or what are you?'

'I am Lycaon, hunter, your worst nightmare' His face was deadly pale and thin, like it was just a skin covered his skull.

'Really? I had never spent a night without nightmares and you decide you will be the worst?' I laughed. One more time, hoped to sound brave.

'Well, I guess I won't, cause you won't live long enough for another sleep!'

I pulled out a knife from the can. It was made of silver. Then I realize a thing..

'father werewolf, aren't you?'

'Yes I am.' His eyes glared at my knife. He got even paler 'is, is it..'

'Yes. It is silver' I ran toward him. His pack watched us like waiting for battle, and didn't have the foggiest Idea about what was I doing.

'Kill her!' He yelled in fear

'No, stay down' I didn't know what I was doing but the wolves started astonished and fell to their knees

'Fool! Follow my words!'

'Stay.' I put all my power to my voice as I rushed toward Lycaon and stab his chest. He vaporized into dust. The wolves began to realize what had I done and bark.

Run! My instinct told me, and no doubt, as if my legs were hard wired to run. I stab every wolf that was brave enough to came near me. Something told me that I shouldn't get bitten by them. Then I remembered that maybe, just a maybe, I could make the wolves follow my words again.

'Oh boy, stop!' Then, they stopped.

'Good boys! Now, get back to your cave.' They did nothing for three heart beating moment.

' I said, get back to your cave.' No sweetness in my sentence just a command. But what surprised me, they followed it.

I ran as fast as I could, and got off the forest. Then I found my self standing in the middle of big boulevard, and get a hold of a big truck. I swung myself up there and collapsed with hard breath.