Chapter 3

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I watch as the werewolves get up grab their stuff and leave. 

They don't know I am watching. 

None of them ever do.

'Can we go for a run?'

'Not right now Maple.'

'Please Aspen?'

'Not right now. More then likely another group of people will come here.'

'I have plenty of strength!'

'That I don't doubt that. Remember last time a group of werewolves came to us? We are still in dept to-'

'I KNOW'

I leave her be. 

She gets touchy whenever I bring them up. 

Normal shifters. 

Bays, Pintos, Appaloosas, Palominos , Grays, Light Grays, Dark Grays, Dapples, Never Blacks. 

Maple was the first. 

There told to be dangerous. 

Deadly. 

So the threw us out. 

And doing so, they were marked an emeny.

Though one day a group of werewolves were to strong. 

And I had to ask for help. 

In doing so, I became a one-time slave to them.

And Maple hated it.

I continued following them until they crossed out of my land. 

I didn't mark my borders.

Humans belived in this woods near the ocean, That a Black, Deadly monster lurked among the branches.

Preying on young children.

Every single kid, Went into the woods. 

And came out in tears.

Or in awe.

But those were forbidden from coming near. 

One time a little girl came into the woods.

She had with her a small carma and a toy horse.

She also had some paint and a paint brush.

She had asked every single person who ever saw 'the killer black monster' what I looked like.

Then she did research and thought I was just a black stallion.

She met.

We talked.

I never shifted.

Nor did she take a picture.

She just painted ever single detail on that little toy horse.

She said thank you. and left. 

later I saw her mother yelling at her for going into the woods, and smashing the toy horse.

I took my revenge.

In the cloak of darkness a peice of stolen paper made its way to her doorstep. 

The mother never laid a hand on her daughter again.

Yet the forest was fenced off.

Yet the forest was fenced off

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What her toy looked like........

Can anyone give me an idea of what to do write for the next chapter?

The chapter where she meets......

Is coming up. 

Any votes, Comments, Followers, Corrections. Are very much welcome!

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