Chapter Six- Ernest

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After 45 minuets of running we came to a halt.

I state "My siblings should be in there" as I pointed at a large, wooden house on the edge of a forest tree line. 

We both quickly run through the trees and up to the house, staying hidden in the bushes as wget closer. Six humanoid creatures, with brown skin and pointy ears were standing by a campfire, which glowed a flaming orange. My brothers look like Wolfkin, but they aren't like me or the others. They're much taller, around twice my height and almost as wide. Their skin seems darker, almost black and their eyes red. No, they aren't Wolfkin, they're Werewolves. My siblings are Werewolves, they all have fangs and stand tall like the rest of their kind.

I yell out to them "Hey guys! "

Me and Ant both step out of the bushes, and my brother directly stare at Ant. One even smirks, leaning against a large wooden pike. He was always the one who would irritate everyone when he got the chance.

Ernest smiled says "Well, look who we have here, it's the big bad man and his pet monster." 

"Leave Ant alone." I snap back, starting to get annoyed.

Ant says "I'm not a pet. " 

Ant snarls, as the tall, dark skinned man begins to laugh. 

"I'm not talking to you, bat." he says, before turning to me. 

Ant growls again, but she stays still. The tall man walks forward, staring at Ant. He stares for a while, before smiling. 

"I'm Ernest." he says, offering his hand.

I transforms into my human form which had black hair, red eyes and a wolf tattoo on my right upper arm. He grabs the pike, leaning on it as he stares at you. "I'll have you know, my name means 'King'. In german." > Snow says "Yeah well your not the alpha here" Ernest laughs. "True, but I see the moon today, so I'm the strongest here." You see a large, silver moon in the sky, though it's still too bright to be twilight. The other 5 brothers introduced themselves in a similar manner, before falling silent. Ernest is still smiling. "So... Big Bad man, what are you really here for?" he says. 

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