Chapter One
Her heart dropped along with the smile spread across her face, while one hand lay on the door to her grandmothers and her beating heart beating faster and faster. She stood there frozen in fear, not even a scream came from her thin lips, as her eyes travelled and met the eyes of a monster. The very monster who breathed heavily with the internal organs of her grandmother and blood spread across his bottom lips and where the blood caught within his fur, she stood there with tears forming from her eyes. Breathlessly she stood there, scared to move, yet scared to even stay in her position as she heard a growl from the beast before her. He too stood there with her now dead grandmother in his hands with his mouth slightly open, as you could see the blood stained on his sharp teeth. While her lips were parted slightly that you could still hear her breathe. With her fingers weak that one finger at a time let go of the basket from her and dropped to the wooden floor of her grandmother's cabinet. This…this c-can't be happening…she thought to her self. This isn't real…it can't be; those words repeating in her mind over and over again. Her mind-she wanted to believe that this was all just a nightmare and if she were to pinch herself this would all be over-it would all vanish into nothing but thin air. She couldn't even pinch herself as the monster before her dropped the dead body to the floor and slowly walked over to her. Her feet slowly began to move backwards as her hand slowly dropped to her side, her fingers barely away from her red cloak. She gulped hard as the beast came nearer and nearer to her. Soon she was out of the doorway and so was he. Run. That was the only thing her mind told her to do, yet she couldn't. She didn't know why.
She could feel the cold air hit her faire skin, while she could hear the crunches of leaves and sticks being broken underneath her feet. She didn't know how far she walked from, but not very far. She didn't want to face forward and run more into the forest as the beast was only a few feet away from her. Scared she would have been the next meal-his next kill. Her eyes gazed at how slowly he walked toward her, until her back hit the rough bark of a tree. Amber mentally cursed on how her grandmother lived in the forest as fear overcame Amber even more. The beast now inches away from her, touched her cheek with his claw. He dragged his claw down to her chest; Amber looked the other way, not wanting to see his him. She could feel his breath heavily against her skin. Why isn't he going to kill me? The question lurked through her mind.
The werewolf's eye looked at the innocent girl before him. Yet he couldn't hurt the girl before him, only analyze her. But before he could place his claw and see the face of the girl, the werewolf heard something from afar, and his curious mind following the very sound of it, leaving the poor girl in terror.
It was only then the girl began to run off as far as her legs could take her, and out of this forest. Tears ran down her cheeks, the memory unable to leave her mind. What was her mother to think of this story? Her father? Her friends? Who were to believe a story such of this? No one. That was the very answer. No one.