The fox and The Werewolf

Caught

I sprint through the Silver Moon territory. Anticipating the guards to be on my heels any second. Though I'm not Frightened; even in my human form they will fail to catch me. I can hear their growls and snapping jaws behind me as I race through the forest.

I steer myself through the clumps of trees at a blinding speed, narrowly avoiding the branches low to the ground. I eventually lose the guards, leaping across a small river and landing on my legs with an umph.

Not sparing the howling wolves a glance, I run through the surprisingly quiet forest. I come to an abrupt halt at a random oak tree tall enough to climb. I leap onto the trunk allowing my claws to extend slightly. I ascend the tree easily and steady myself on a stable branch.

Whilst absentmindedly munching on an apple from my bag, I scan the forest for any sign of the Silver Moons, but it seems as if the fools have already given up on their search. Believing I had left their land. And the wolves call them a sharp pack? If only they knew that the Silver Moons couldn't catch a single rouge fox. I waste away the early morning in the tree, eventually allowing myself to fall into a somewhat peaceful sleep. Though I still cant relax completely leaving my mind on a high alert knowing I'm on packland.

  As night falls an unexpected crack suddenly captures my attention and I'm instantly awake.Peering down from the tree I'm surprised to see a pair of glowing silver eyes appear from the slight darkness, the wolves eyes narrow on my thin form. I don't hesitate to run in the opposite direction of the wolf, The fox within me improving my eyesight and guiding me through the forest in the darkness of the night. The wolf howls alerting its pack members of a rouge. Knowing more wolves are seconds away, I quicken my pace. I sprint through the trees, my boots crunching on the spare sticks scattered across the dirt forest floor. My breathing now steady, familiarized with the pace I sprint.

As I take a sharp right I'm suddenly met with a group of growls only seconds behind me. The heavy thump of paws pound the ground as my pursuers snap their sharp jaws viciously. The dark world around me becomes a blur as I allow part of my inner fox to surface, desperate to escape the Silver Moons.

I suddenly reach a grass clearing, and I pivot to see a group of wolves positioned to kill only a few feet away, they all had different colors of fur but their eyes were an identical sleek silver.

Grabbing my knife out of my back pocket, I charge full speed towards the closest wolf, the wolf snaps its jaws sprinting my way and leaps towards me as I slide underneath the wolf slicing its belly with the sharp blade I don't turn to see the body fall but I can hear its one last howl split the night air.

I pivot around to watch a black wolf rapidly run towards me, ready to attack I quickly slash the wolfs eye, Then I deliver a swift kick the wolfs stomach with all the strength I have, It falls the ground instantly unconscious.

I don't react in time to see a light brown furred wolf; it knocks my blade out of my hand with the swipe of his paws. Tackling me to the ground it tries to bite at my face and I manage to block the attempt with my arm. Then I buck my hips and kick my legs successfully sending the wolf into the nearest tree.

An auburn wolf suddenly appears from god knows where and instantly pins me to the ground whist piercing the skin of my arm with its canines. I look up at connecting with the ice blue eyes telling me I've lost this battle. I still continue to struggle against the wolf but it only drains my strength. Coldness seeps into my veins and travels through my weakened body. My vision begins to blur as the world fades around me and I slump against the blue eyed wolf losing myself to darkness.