The Red Hooded Brit- A ScotEng Fanfiction

The Big Bad Wolf is caught

Allistor POV

 

I watched as I saw the young lad walk towards town, I’ve imprinted on him ever since I was 12 and he was 9. Yes I knew everything about him, his name was Arthur Kirkland, he was only three years younger than me and I was madly in love with him. But what killed me was he ALMOST doesn’t know that I exist. He only seen my green eyes and that’s it, I’m just afraid that if I show myself to him he might scream and run away like the rest of the villagers. Or worst…might try to kill me.

I sighed and watched the young Brit from the shadows of the forest, wishing he could notice me or I could show myself.

Then suddenly Arthur stopped for a moment and looked around, “’Ello?” he asked. I ducked down low into the bush and watched him from there. He turned towards the bush and looked straight into my eyes, his beautiful emerald green eyes sparking brighter than the stars.

His eyes widened a little and he stood there frozen, almost like he didn’t want to look away from my eyes. I quickly shook my head and turned around and ran away as fast as I can. I didn’t know why but I always felt my heart beat a million miles a minute just when I saw his eyes. His brilliant emerald green eyes that sparkled like the stars and ocean.  I stopped running and came to a stop, I looked around and realized where I was….The South side.

Crap I have to get out of here, or the villagers would hunt me because they think I’M the one that kills their sheep. Just because I have a wolf tail, ears and go crazy on a full moon doesn’t mean I eat raw sheep, that’s just disgusting. Suddenly I could hear shouts and barks from the distance. Fuck the hunters are out hunting and I think their dogs smell me. I growled and ran away from the spot I was previously in as fast as I could, I turned around and saw about five Grey hounds right on my heels.

I cursed under my breath and ran faster and made sharp turns around trees and bushes. Suddenly there was a “crack” and felt an intense pain in my left leg.

I quickly stumbled down and was quickly met with a fishing net thrown on me. As I struggled to escape the net, it felt like a million hands were holding me down. I howled like crazy, hoping some other wolf could save me but there was no reply.  I whined as I was tied with rope so I couldn’t move my arms and legs.

I could hear “huzzahs” and “We got the wolf” from the hunters and my ears lowered. What did I ever do to them to deserve this? Suddenly a man with a bunch of wolf fur on his shoulders strolled over to me smirking.  He said in a Irish accent “Well, Well, Well isn’t it the Big Bad wolf……don’t worry, we will kill you soon” then laughed. My eyes widened, “Killing”? THEY WERE GOING TO KILL ME?!.