Chapter 3
When I woke up, I found myself laying in a pit of mud, torn clothes barely covering my aching body. Every muscle was sore, just the act of lifting my head from the moist ground caused me such pain my eyes started to tear of their own accord. My head was spinning and it was really hard to concentrate. I slowly got to my feet and turned in a full three-sixty degree turn. It wouldn't have taken a professional tracker to tell which way I had come from. Every tree to my left had huge claw marks, some almost going as deep as half of the tree trunk. So I did the only sensible, I turned straight opposite of the marks and began to make my way to whatever town was dead ahead. As I slowly trudge through the muck, grime, and nasty undergrowth.
I have no idea how long I had walked, every step was excruciatingly painful. I finally stumbled upon the perimeter of a small town. The town seemed peaceful, so I decided to make my bed under a nice bridge, later that night. I had no money, so no one was going to let me stay at a motel or anything. For now though, I went into town and looked around. They had one main grocery store, a couple gas stations, a McDonald's, some other fast food places, a couple parks on the side of different beaches, a library, and a post office. I went into the grocery store and shoved a couple of candy bars into my pocket. Every cell in my brain telling me it was wrong and every instinct in my body that it didn't matter; that I needed food. I was still a little full, but I hadn't eaten in at least a day. I didn't even want to think of the fact that I could be full from whatever had happened last night. For some twisted sense of humor, fate has decided that I don't remember anything about last night EXCEPT for the fact that I killed my mom and Maisie, and the looks of horror and bewilderment on their faces as I committed murder. Guilt racked my emotions and I couldn't help but start to cry, so I run out of the grocery store, balling my eyes out; without really looking where I am going.
That's when I run straight into someone and we both fall to the ground, but me being a werewolf now, I was able to catch myself and stand back up gracefully enough. Then, I get a sudden urge to look the man over. I start at his feet; he is wearing hiking boots, heavy duty, and they probably have steel toes. As my eyes make their way up the man's body, I realize he is carrying a gun, a few knives, and a crossbow. I get an instinct that tell me to run as fast as I can in the opposite direction of this man when I notice that all of his arrows and knives are made of 100% silver. I resist the urge, gulping it back down while my eyes climb higher on the man's body further. He has got a non-shaven face, a very thick beard that has probably never been combed through. His eyebrows are pretty bushy, and his eyes are hard, cold, and completely black where the iris and pupil are supposed to be. I put all this together in a matter of seconds and realize, that this is the man that saved my life, and then threatened to kill me.