My curse and my cure

Chapter 1 - The Nightmare

[Scarlet]

Murderer.

That's what they all call me. It was the new name they gave me since that fire when I was only a 10 year old girl. That fire changed my life. I know it was my fault. I started the fire. It spread because of me. It's my fault that they didn't get out fast enough. All I remember before that tragic event was a nightmare.

A nightmare that has haunted me every single night since that night. I still remember that nightmare. The burning of my skin and the screams of the people around me. But the weird thing was that I didn't even make the move to help them escape the burning inferno. I just watched them every night burn. I wanted to move but I never did.

Now, I may be looked at as the sad and dangerous killer. People stay away from me but I guess it's also because of the temper that I acquired over the years that I was bullied. But it's perfectly fine for me since i'm not exactly a fan of the general population. But whatever.

In my grey skinny jeans, and black hoodie that has the words, "That's what they all say," I walk into the small town in the middle of nowhere. I see the dirty looks people openly show me but they don't exactly pay attention to me for too long so I don't mind it. Honestly this is the last time they would have to every see or smell me. I'm just here to buy some extra food before I leave this place for good.

"Hurry up." I snap at the cashier lady that was giving me a scowl. She quickly diverts her eyes before scanning my items quickly barely saying anything when I payed. I walk out towards the woods surrounding the town shoving the bag of food into my bag. I shift into my blood red wolf before sprinting as fast as I can away from the woods. I jump over fallen trees and avoid hunters the best I could. I get pretty far from my previous "home" when I hear gunshots. Curious, I stalk towards the sound.

I see 3 male hunters surrounding a female wolf. An injured female wolf at that. She glances at me with a desperate look. Feeling my anger boil from how these stupid people are hurting some wolf. I look at her and nod my head to show her that all she has to do is wait a minute so I can get an idea of how I can kill her abusers quickly and efficiently.

I swiftly jump on one of the backs and rip out his throat, roll off and using my extended claws, I rip out the throat of another. Now facing the last remaining hunter, I dodge his attacks by moving to my sides as he comes at me. I swipe at his feet and as he falls, I tear his head off with my unnaturally long canines. I stare at the dead and pathetic human hunters when I hear a whimper behind me and remember about the female wolf that looked terrified at the sight of the bloodshed.

I walk up to her and sit down next to her. I don't move until she calms down and looks at me. Obviously she's too scared to change into her human form so I look for a pack mark. Every wolf in a pack always has some type of pack mark somewhere. It could be in different places. For her it was on her right shoulderblade. From the patterns on her shoulder I already know that her pack is the Undertakers pack. Famous for having the most cold-blooded killers in one pack.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your pack land?" I telepathically ask her. I know she wants me to when she nods her head and we start walking towards their land.