When I was fifteen I had been given the name of Little Red. I was smaller then all the other wolves and I was never caught anywhere without my hood. It was very flashy and didn't help with camoflouge, but it hadn't caused any major problems. I had become the go to guild member for patrols, and I was in the forrest watching the borders most of the time. Nothing exiting happened for the longest time, not until I saw her.

I was leaning against a tree sharpening a stick into a slightly sharper stick, when I smelt the strong smell of blood. I set my stick down and followed it until I heard the sound of feet against ground, so I hid behind a tree.

I saw a girl running through the forrest, covered in blood and crying. She had very dark skin, almost black, her eyes where the same. She had on a raggedy brown dress and her long hair was in small braids all over her head. She didn't seem to be much older then me, but I didn't know for sure.

I began to smell horses and I heard the sound of them running. "Oh good, their coming to save her." I thought.

It was about five men, all on tall well groomed white horses with golden sashes. These where the castles horses. The girl tripped over a tree root and fell onto the ground, her ankle was twisted in a horrible fashion.

The men ran around her and threw a net over her, even though she wouldn't be able to move with that ankle. They all laughed and one man got off his horse and walked over to her.

The girl stopped crying so she could talk. "Please sir, I don't want to go. Please don't make me."

Her accent was strange, but I had heard it before. This is the way people from the capitol talked. Why would someone from the capitol be in this kind of situation?

The man kicked her in the stomach, and smiled widley, showing off his yellowed teeth. "Shut up witch. You are needed as a slave in the southern islands. You can't hex your way out of this one."

I had seen enough. I transformed quickly and jumped in between the girl and the man. Even though I was small, my mouth was level with his neck. I snapped and growled at them, making the horses panic. He swung his sword at me but I ducked. I went for his throat and easily ripped it out, blood shooting everywhere. A couple of the men shot arrows at me, but I dodged all of them. I bit the leg of one of the horses, making it rear up and drop its rider. The other horses ran with the men still on them, and I finished the fallen man of with the same exact bite to the throat.

I transformed back and wiped the blood from my mouth and dress with my heinkerchief. I walked over to the girl under the net, and pulled it off of her. She was mortified and tried to stand up, which caused her to yell out in pain and fall back down to the ground.

I backed up to show her that I didn't want to hurt her. "It's okay, you're safe. You need to stop trying to stand up, you've broken your ankle. I need to align the bones again or it will never heal right."

The fear slowly slid off her face and she nodded. I scooted over and held her foot in my hands. I counted to three, and then popped the ankle back into its proper place. She took in a deep breath, but didn't make any sound.

"There, it will heal now. You should still let it set a bit before you try to walk any. While we wait, how about you tell me the basics. Your name, why they wanted to enslave you when your from the capitol, and why they called you a witch." I said, crossing my arms and leaning back against a tree.

She wiped off some tears and looked up at me. "My name is Natina. Ever since I was little I loved magic. I learned I was able to brew things that heal wounds over night, and things that can cure illness. I could also ease the pain of chuld birth and make plants grow at fast rates. They labled me a witch when I tried to show people my gifts, and they decided to send me into slavery so I couldn't spread my 'black magic' here."

"That's horrible. I'm sorry. Do you have a family to return to?" I asked, trying to work up a sympathetic look.

She shook her head and sighed. "No. My mother died in childbirth and my father was killed in a hunting trip last month. My aunt and uncle want nothing to do with me. I have nowhere to go."

I smiled at her, a great idea popping into my head. "Yes, yes you do have somehwere to go. You can stay with me. You could live with me. I couldn't bring you back to the clan but we could work something out if you want."

She smiled back, a beatiful smile. "I dont even know your name."

I put my hand out to shake. "My name is Little Red, but you can call me Mary if you like."

She took my hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you Mary."

The clan assigned me as the only patrol for the border. They put me and Natina in my grandmas old cottage, since it was so close to the border. People would coming looking for Natina, and I would always meet them. I would always kill them.