His Favorite Pet

Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, though I heard them squeal of fear and then silence. I looked around the tree I sat in, though found nothing on the floor of the forest. I took a deep breath before I ventured down.

I was only a few branches away before I reached the floor, though with my luck, I ended up falling down and land almost face down. Almost. "Damn it," I whimpered as I got up.

I rubbed my side; soothing any impact of damage from the fall. "Ok," I whispered, while still hearing the birds fly away from the area. "Let's pray to God that this won't end up horrible."

I took the choice to follow the path to where the birds flocked away from. I would either jog, run or walk through any of the fallen branches or large boulders that lay in the wake.

I felt the sun rise farther, slightly. I thought of what time it could've been; my guess around 11 a.m. I kept up the journey still not willing to be rid of the curiosity.

I know deep down, it will be something that I will regret, but the flocks shouldn't be leaving so soon if winter is still too far. Maybe, they got scared, I thought. But, what would scare them off?

I continued till I heard a familiar Howl. Sounded close; though still far.

"Why must it be Wolves," I uttered. "For once can't it be a stag; or at the very least a bear. A bear would be much better."

I kept up the stupid remarks on the pros and cons of a bear scaring the birds. Though, it was only stupid of me that I never noticed how closer I was getting to the enemy itself...or at least I prayed it wasn't an enemy.

"What the Hell are we gonna do," I froze a the sudden deep voice.

I ducked behind a near by log; then barely peeked my eyes up to see a camp site. A werewolves' camp site.

I sank down quietly mentally slapped myself. "God damn it!"

"We are due back to Rosa's in 24 hours and we haven't got a fine prize," I heard the man yell and scold.

I peeked a glance once more. The man stood at 5'6 ft, dirty blond hair, and green eyes. He was well muscles but yet still lacked in some strengths.

"We've been here for at least 3 days, and we don't have a perfect Female to give to Rosa!" He yelled.

Then a head shorter man came from a tent near by tree to him then gave him a pat on the back. "Don't worry," he smirked. "We will find one perfect for Madam Rosa."

He stood at 5'3 ft tall with brown hair that was fitted short by his ears. His eyes were as dark as his hair, though they wore a smile so evil I couldn't look any longer.

"We can't find a young woman in the woods," a younger looking man spoke up. "At the most we will find one that hasn't bathed in weeks and maybe poorly fed."
The small man sat on a log though had honey-chestnut hair that fell over his blue eyes.

I ducked down once more and stayed quiet hiding from the men. Not really, men. Wolves. Mutts that would harm anyone in their path no matter what.

I felt my heart beat faster, quicker. I ended up holding my own chest at the thought that it could be heard by them.

I still listened closely at every word they spoke. They spoke deeply about this woman Rosa, about her business needing the humans so she can continue to sell 'Precious Pets.'

Silence. I looked at the camp site. Empty. No one was there.

"Holy crap," I whispered as I rose. I kept turning my whole body to find the 3 men, though found none. I stepped down from the log, the only thing that kept me away from danger.