Okay, okay, breathe, breathe. Don't panic. Keep running. You need to keep running. No, no, don't look back. Don-

Too late, I had turned my head as I heard a branch crack, and immediately regretted my stupid human instincts for the second time that day. My heart started rapidly thumping as I stared at the huge shadow that was closing its distance.

STOP IT! If you trip, you die! Turn around and RUN!

I had no choice but to obey the voice, which was not my own, whether it was good or evil, I didn't know. I just knew that I had to get away from… from… that monster- that was chasing me.

I can't keep talking to you like this….. Magic not strong enough…

Wait did it say "magic"?

...Follow the wolf…

My steps slowed- WOLF? What if it ate me? Aren't wolves dangerous? Don't they enjoy munching on girls?

RUN! You insolent little girl! Run, run! Follow the Wolf! Run!

Frustrated, I yelled out loud! "What wolf!"

Just as the words slip out of my mouth, my eyes catch caught the refection of the moon off of two dark eyes. I sprinted towards the creature with the beautiful midnight fur. The only thing that distinguished the wolf from the forest is was the moon's light, reflecting off its fur, which made the handsome animal nearly glow. It was beautiful; dangerous, but beautiful; and at that time, it was my only life line.

My legs automatically found a rhythm as I ran. My breathing got harder, my muscles ached, my heart was more than ready to jump out of my chest, and I was drenched in blood and sweat. But I didn't care. I just ran and ran and ran.

A light flashed before my eyes, I was back what seemed eons ago, wrapping my white cloak around me, ready to go visit my grandmother. The short walk had lasted a mere twenty minutes. I followed the tiny trail that led me to a clearing where I know knew Grandmother would be at this time of the day, tending to her dear garden. As I made my way past a beautiful rose bush, I saw Grandmother talking to a hunter. I hung back, not wishing to rudely interrupt them. As I walked back, planning to wait for her in her kitchen, a bloodcurdling scream reached my ears. I cursed that stupid human habit of mine that made what I saw next forever imprinted into my brain.

My dear grandmother pushing me away, imploring me to run, as her open wounds stain my once snow-white cloak. I automatically obeyed her without being able to tear my eyes away from the horror behind me. She ran back to the Hunter, kicked him, grabbed his dropped axe, and planted it in his foot. As she staggered away the Hunter wretched the axe away and sliced her head off. By then, tears started to blind my vision and forced me to focus on where I was running. I couldn't go back to the village… what if he attacked the others? I had to run.

Still in a daze, I didn't notice the huge root peeking up from the ground until I had fallen on the earth. As I struggled to get up, my blood-red cloak got caught on the bushes. I swiftly got free, but the couple seconds delay was enough for the Hunter to catch up. I felt thick arms yank me off my feet. Kicking and screaming I looked back, just to see a fist, I felt it connect with my forehead, and heard a sharp low growl as I blacked out.

Hey all the little grammer problems were fixed... We are working on the next chapter guys... sorta... send in any ideas you have to add to the plot