Okay, so I meant to update yesterday but I had a plan change. So I'm updating today. If anyone was wondering what Sapphire wears, I have a link on my profile. I'll explain it in here as best as I can, but she wears different thing depending on the weather. I also have here eye and hair color on there. So, anyway, onto the story!

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Sapphire's POV:

I kept my head low while I walked. I really didn't want them to find me. My black formfitting hoody looked thin, but it was actually really good at keeping out the cold. As I reached the 27th crack in the sidewalk, I veered out into the woods. I walked through the tall pine trees, cursing when my jeans got caught on one of the thorn bushes littering the forest.

I growled (literally) and ripped my leg from the bushed. "Damn thorns," I muttered under my breath. I didn't really want to get caught on a thorn again, but they were usually less of a problem in winter. They were in plain sight, and easily avoidable. I was distracted today though.

It was my birthday. I turned 14 today. Joy. My black boots crunched on the fallen leaves. I heard something behind me. I tensed, and whipped around. I took in the scene in front of me and laughed at me paranoia. It was a deer, a doe. She blinked at me for a second, and then took off running. This brought a smile to my face.

I'd always had a soft spot for forest animals. I guess it came with being part wolf. There were perks to being cursed. I could smell, hear, and see better that the average person. I was also a fast runner, but I wasn't nearly as fast as a wolf. I wasn't like the other cursed people. The Sohmas. I was fine with my curse. I don't like much physical contact anyway. And, another thing made me different. I could turn into my wolf willingly too. On my own. But when I did, the transformation actually hurt. A lot.

Suddenly, the leaves were gone, leaving bare dirt. I smiled, because this meant I had reached my home. I liked to clean up around my little cabin. It was silly, because I lived in a forest, but I still did it. I had been living here for 3 and a half years. Walking to my 'house' I realized that some improvements had to be made. It hadn't started snowing yet, but when it did, I had to be ready.

I didn't really have heating, but I managed to get lighting into the house. Granted, they were electric lanterns, but I couldn't pay for lighting bills. I had to make the place as warm as possible for the winter, and I had to go shopping soon. I had at least a thousand dollars saved up, but I didn't like using that money unless I had to. It was my emergency money. I would rather starve than use it. It was for the house. And, as animalistic as it sounds, I could always turn into a wolf and hunt that way.

Like I mentioned before, the cabin was small. It had a bathroom, a small bedroom, and a kitchen. I don't know how long it had been abandoned. But I've fixed it up. It now had light green fuzzy carpeting; dark green curtains for the single window in the kitchen, and it had been painted a whitish blue. It already had a bed in the bedroom, but I had bought a heavy blood red quilt, complete with pillow cases. I did half to buy pillows though. And the carpet in my room was white. The walls were black and had a red wolf howling at a glowing white full moon. I was terrible at painting, so it was just a sticker set. Recently I had filled in all of the cracks, so it didn't leak anymore. I walked to my room, my feet sinking into the fluffy carpet.

Kneeling next to my bed, I pulled out a shoe box. It was decorated with silver and gold glitter, stick figure drawings covered it. It was my memory box. When I was little, my father decided that we needed to store all of our best memories in the box. After he died, I didn't put much in there. And what I did put in were pictures of me alone.

As I settled cross legged on the floor, the heaviness of the box comforted me. It reminded me that we had a lot of memories. Happy memories. Carefully opening the lid, the top picture smiled up at me. It was of me (5 years old) and my father baking a cake. The cake was burnt black, but we had fun throwing flour and frosting at each other… until mom got home and made us clean up the mess.

As I continued sifting through the memories, I noticed the pictures starting to get blurry. Wiping my face, I stared at my hand in disbelief. I hadn't cried in 2 years! After awhile, I got up to make dinner. Not much, just some ramen noodles. I started humming, a habit I had picked up from my mother. A loud crunching of leaves outside my door interrupted my humming. By its smell, I noted that it wasn't an animal. I was about to go and yell at whoever was at my door, when I realized something.

If it wasn't an animal, it was a human. At my door. In the middle of the woods. Which meant that they probably followed me. I tried to fight down my panic as I advanced towards the door.