Werewolves- A Romance Retell of Little Red Riding Hood.

Chapter 1: Regrets

Have you ever made the biggest mistake of your life that haunts you every day of your life? Well, I have. It was many years ago when I was only 6 years old. The memory is so clear that sometimes I feel like I'm again there, standing in the same spot surrounded by fences, and before me, was a blood-red-eyed boy. He wasn't an ordinary boy, he was a werewolf, a cruel creature that enjoys killing humans like me, by ripping our throats and leaving us for dead. I was horrified when I saw him in his human form. It is unusual for a human to see a werewolf in its human-like form. They are always in their most cruel and scary form, but this one was hurt and too was very young. He seemed 4 years older than me. His blood-red eyes which should have been the most terrible thing for me weren't. What I saw in his eyes was terror, scared of losing his life. He was just as terrified as I as I was of him. His eyes widen frightened, and both of his hands trembled trying to pull a large piece of iron piercing into his chest as he leaned against the broken fence. His frightened eyes looked at me every time he tried to pull the iron that had badly wounded his body as if he was worried about me shouting for help.

"Find him and make sure you bring back his head!" I heard a werewolf protector of our village. They were one of our many protectors who keep an eye out for any werewolves' attacks stopping them.

Tears filled the dark-haired young werewolf boy who seems to be the same age as my brother. He was scared to death. I began to feel sorry for him as if he was a real human, but he wasn't. He was a cold-hearted monster and one day he will be hunting us down just like his older kind.

My eyes were still glued to him as I slowly walked backward keeping my distance from him.

"Please help me," he pleaded. He reached out to me with one hand breathing breathlessly.

My body became still. I couldn't believe what I had heard. The wounded werewolf boy could talk like us humans.

"Check at the back of every house!" I again heard the werewolf protector yell.

Suddenly I felt myself running toward the werewolf boy. He screamed as I pulled the iron from his chest. Swiftly, I dropped the bloody iron from my hand as I saw his wound speedily begin to heal. I froze appalled. He now stood strongly before me as if he wasn't hurt and his blood-red eyes were no longer filled with terror but anger. I made a step backward backing into an old building as he stares at me hard as if he was going to kill me. I believed he would for his kind can never be tamed. No human has ever befriended a werewolf. They hated us as much as we could never stand them for killing our loved ones and ruining our lives. I know from that day if I ever live, I'll forever regret what I did years ago when I watched that werewolf boy runs away instead of killing me. I did. That night I lost my only brother and my father. A pack of werewolves raided our village that night, and only I, my mom and a few manage to escape into a new land and a new home that was completely surrounded by a very large wall, taller than any trees I have seen.

That night I blamed myself for believing the werewolf raid was because of the werewolf boy I had foolishly saved. My terrible mistake gave me nightmares almost every night. it was so hard for me to sleep knowing what I had done.

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My body suddenly jumped, and the small bucket of chicken feeding fell from my hand frightened.

"Got you!" my best friend Delaphine laughed at her action of frightening me.

Her head lowered and her dark brown hair covered her face as she chuckled.

"Why did you do that?" I asked her angrily as I bend down scraping the chicken feeding back into the bucket.

"I saw you were lost thinking about who knows what and I just couldn't help myself frightening you," retorted Delaphine.