Red Riding Hood

Chapter 4

     Thinking is probably the most uncontrolled thing to ever live on this earth. It can also be the most dangerous weapon, if given to a person of demanding and flexible power. While it may seem inevitable and seemingly useful, mankind must educate themselves for learning when and where thoughts are allowed. For instance, a thief running into a bank and demanding all of their money. The territory they step on is instantly known as "No Thought Land" because if so much as one single thought interrupts their line of thinking, everything can be thrown into ruins.

Of course, a booklet didn't exist as of the moment for Aspyn to use. You heard correctly, Aspyn's inner thoughts and uncontrollable memories ended up putting her in a heap of trouble. Lets go back, shall we?

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3 Hours Earlier

I shook her off and continued thinking. Leaving the country wouldn't help at all. My pack was allies with other packs, approximately eighty-nine packs in each country. I've seen the things my dad does to other people. Now that he was dead, someone had to fill in his role. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they would beat me to a pulp. Disrespecting an alpha means ultimate death, unless you're of course their mate.

The sound of leaves crunching under a solid pair of shoes snapped me out of my thoughts. Yes, I had heard the sound earlier. Yet, being the person I am, I drowned in my own thoughts and forgot my life was in danger. Such a wonderful day, isn't it?

The thumping of the materialized shoes increased, instantly matching up with my heartbeat. I could feel the blood in my veins, rushing a mile a minute, as if trying to escape my body and whatever trouble it was in. My old self would have ran away and cried for help, but this was a new me. I had to woman up and conquer whatever was coming my way. I was on my own now. 

I screwed my eyes closed and turned around quickly.

'Okay, this is just like ripping off a band aid. All you have to do is open your eyes and face your fears.'

I took a deep breath, grasping a large amount of air. Perhaps, the last amount of air I would ever receive. I peeled open my eyes and came face to face with another person. This person was a man.

Of course, said man had to be handsome. In fact, his looks took me so far off, I had to take a minute to recollect myself. It was then that I took note of his features. His red hair was neatly combed back, showing off dull grey eyes and sharp facial features. In a way, that's all I could describe him as. Sharp. His nose was sharp. His jaw was sharp. Everything was sharp. His shirt was a crisp cut flannel that hugged his chest, bringing out a bright color, which was total opposite of his black jeans and boots. 

To summarize, he didn't look very nice. I decided to speak, ask why he was following me.

"Can I help you with something? Taking a picture would last a lot longer." I of course had meant for the last part to come out jokingly, but it came out the total opposite. I had said it with such venom that even I would have been offended. 

I waited impatiently for a few minutes, expecting him to give me some kind of reaction. Yet he never did. I started tapping my foot against the ground, making the sound echo, as there were fall leaves that were victimized under the heel of my shoe. 

When I discovered that he wasn't going to make a move, I rolled my eyes and proceeded forward. It was a few seconds later that I realized he was following me. I turned around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when he lunged forward with a knife. I was luckily able to block him, but the luck disappeared when my foot got stuck on a tree root and I couldn't get out. He used this moment to throw his knife back in his pocket and pull me out of the tree root. Sadly, his intentions weren't good. 

I was trapped. He had his left arm wrapped around my waist, squeezing me as if I was going to fade away. I of course could have changed into my wolf form, but this was good practice. I was going into the real world and I needed to learn to deal with myself the old fashioned way. Clearly, this guy wasn't a HUGE threat. I couldn't smell any sign of wolf on him. In fact, he reeked of human. I quickly managed to knee him in the groin, making him drop to his knees. I then took my right elbow and hit him in the nose with it. His screams of agony made me laugh.

"That's why you don't mess with a girl." I proceeded to punch him- maybe a little too hard. What? Okay, I didn't mean to knock him out. It was an accident, I swear.

After he was knocked out, I slugged over to my original spot, picking up my duffel bags. When I turned around, I expected there to be a clear path I could follow, leading me to civilization. Well, there wasn't. Instead, with my luck, there was a giant group of people gaping. Yes, they were surprised by my fighting skills, yet that didn't stop them from pointing tranquilizers at me.