Between Mountains

Chapter Three

Between Mountains - Chapter Three:

TWO weeks, I've been moving from one place to another, trying to stay out of harm's way. Or better yet, out of any other rogue's way, and any other creatures that lurked under the shadows.

The blood on my tail had dried up. It was at least completely healed - if I had to point out one positive. But I was starving and desperately in need of a shower. The worst of it all is that I didn't know how to shift back into my human form... I had no one to teach me, to show me how. However, it was better this way. I could go back to my old pack to get their help, not that I think they would ever help me. I would rather struggle.

I drifted so far, that muddy dirt was no longer beneath me. Instead there was a soft snowy surface that my paws sunk into. It was cold as hell. I wasn't used to the cold. Luckily for werewolves, we generated a heat wave around us. Otherwise, I would have been frozen to death right now.

My black fur was dusted with frozen snowflakes that decorated me in a beautiful, yet playful manner.

The snow was magical. It looked like a magnificent picture that was painted by an antique werelock that used its powers to splash it with beauty.

It looked warm, like a big fluffy blanket that invited you in, but as soon as you trusted its promise, you would be stabbed in the back and you'll cave down into the cold that you were enveloped in.

Beautiful, but dangerous.

I was far off my pack's radar. Where was I? I didn't exactly know, but the further I was away from them, the better.

I needed to find myself a place that I could call home. Where I felt safe.

A sudden movement behind me made me stop in my tracks. Like a deer caught in headlights.

What was that?