Chapter 3: Help required.
A/N

I thought I would be good at this, I've always been really good at writing before, (using my own characters for short stories) but I'm finding this hard and I'm not sure I like the way the stories been written so far. I'm just addicted to writing it though, so I'll plough on regardless. Still is my first Fic I guess, learn by doing and all that. You know the deal people R+R

The Huntsmaster had been lecturing Rose for what felt like hours, how she hated him, she had done nothing but serve him, sacrificed everything for him, and yet it didn't matter; to him, she was the scum of the earth.

"I never thought it would come to this Thorn, but you leave me no choice. Tommorow at midnight we will hold a full Moonlight trial where you will be tried for treason against the Huntsclan."

Rose wasn't listening; she was completely oblivious, thinking of the happy moments she had experienced with Jake.

"You know what the penalty is for treason…. Until tomorrow you will remain under armed guard here. I suggest you prepare for the worst!" he added with a sinister smile, and left the room.

The worst… Rose knew exactly what that was, if she was found guilty, and there was no doubt that she would be, she would be killed ceremonially in front of the entire clan. Her uncle was smiling about the fact that he was going to order his nieces execution. He was evil pure evil, she couldn't believe she had been trying to win his respect for so many years.

She slumped back onto her bed; she was going to die. After tomorrow, there would be no more Rose, nothing more for her. Everything she had ever done would be wiped out… by one flash of green light.

"No!" she whispered, she couldn't let it happen. She was too young, and lets face it, too pretty. She had to get out of here, but how! She was outnumbered 50 to 1, she needed help… but she had noone to turn to. She looked down at her other copy of her and Jake at the dance… "No… I cant… he hates me…" she thought, "what choice do you have", she answered herself…. "Desperate times…"

S She picked up her cell phone hid under her duvet and dialled Jake's number, her pulse rising with nerves. The call was connected… she spoke slowly and quietly into the phone "Please Don't hang up, Jake, its me"