Many whispered that Lenora Hawthorne was nothing more than an unassuming girl-a shadow among the ambitious and cunning. But those who truly knew her understood the truth: Lenora was no innocent. She had forged her path in darkness, her allegiance bo...
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mattheo's pov
I WAS IN THE FOREST, it was midnight, probably not a great idea.
a vicious snarl came from behind me, making me jump slightly.
It was a large dog, no. Not a dog, a werewolf.
Something was different about this one, It had White fur, And scar across its face.
But it didn't look like the ones i was used to seeing.
This one seemed familiar. All too familiar.
Then it clicked, Lenora.
She didn't seem like herself. I've seen her wolf form before, she was still herself then.
But. . . She seemed lost, like something had been lost in her mind. Werewolves usually acted that way on full moons, and they couldn't control they're actions, or transformations.
But she usually could. Or so i thought.
She was creeping towards me, slowly.
As if i was a threat.
"Lenora?" i spoke softly
A growl escaped her teeth, again.
Her eyes looked crazed, as if she'd been taken out of her body and replaced with a vicious wolf.
She clawed my face, and pounced on me, Pinning me to the ground. "Fuck!" i hissed.
"Lenora! Snap out of it!" i tried to push her off.
I didn't know what was happening.
i managed to push her off.
i clutched my bleeding eye, scrambling to my feet
She wouldn't stop snarling at me. "Lenora, Stop it!"
Her dark eyes returned back to normal, as if she'd just been in a daze. They looked sorrowful.
My jagged breathing slowed down eventually, but my eye was still bleeding. the painful non-stopping sting made me wince.
Our eyes were locked, hers showed worry and regret.
