Chapter Nine
Into the Snow and Back Again
(Rose's POV)
I was still sick, and I was now getting dizzy from over exerting myself. As soon as I exited the castle gates I saw how quickly the snow was falling, and was having second thoughts. The once black woods looked like a winter wonder land, but now the warmth of the castle seemed to beckon to me, I didn't want to think about that. Though the snow was still coming down, I couldn't see a thing except for a few things up close.
Turning around I heard a growl, only to see a large looming figure coming closer, those second thoughts were long gone.
I never wanted to hear that voice again or be at that castle with him. Shivers went down my back again when I heard him yell not to far way,
"Rose gets back here NOW!"
I turned around and yelled with all of the energy I had left,
"NOO, I will not. I hate you and I never want to see you again!"
The figure then jumped at me as I tried backing away. I didn't notice the log behind me, because it was covered in snow, and fell. One of the cracked braches cut deep in my side and made me yell out in pain, my wound making a red stain on the white surroundings.
I then curled into a ball crying because I knew the figure would be upon me any minute, and I was thinking the worse to come. A shadow came over me and I turned my head not wanting to let him see me crying. The 'Master' whispered something unintelligible. Once I started coughing and shivering more, the figure took a step closer to me. My thoughts were muddled and the only thing I could think of was trying to crawl away from him when the 'Master' said,
"Rose, if you wish to live my best advice would be that you come with me"
His voice had a small growl to it but it was also in a faint worrying tone.
"No" I said weakly, barely able to resist anymore.
Then I felt two strong arms pick me up.
The arms were FURRY! Not like humans, but like an animal. I looked up into the man face; it was the face of a beast. I looked closely, the Beast head, it resembled a wolf in some way with weird ears on the side of his head, but the rest of the body was different. His hands had claws or talons on them. A bushy long tail was in the rear, swishing about. He looked down at me; he had brown horns at the top of his head, along with fangs that looked like they could cut through anything easily. But his eyes were the only human looking feature on him; they were a familiar deep blue.
I used all of my remaining strength to try and get out his grasp, but he had too strong of a grip, plus his claws looked as sharp as his teeth and I didn't want to get cut even more. I gave up exhausted and just let the Beast carry me.