Happily Ever After? **In Editing**

Chapter 2

*Ember's P.O.V.*

Once I had found the now barren cabin again, I walked in and looked around.

There was an eerie feel to the cabin and the air was bone chillingly cold and dry. I shuddered and hugged myself to keep warm as I limped to the bathroom, blood trickling from my face, neck arms and hands. Not to mention, the blood also poured out of the back of my leg, starting mid-thigh and ending just before my heel.

*Flashback*

The snarling wolves with blood-soaked muzzles and paws tinted red, their silver-grey coats also splattered red, approached me with their teeth bared.

I looked at the horrid beasts of nature, real fear filling my soul.

I took a step back, running into a large, prickly pine tree and glanced quickly to my right and saw a branch jutting out.

I looked up and spotted another branch above that one. I looked quickly back to the slowly approaching, snarling monsters that were no more than 4 feet away, then back to the flimsy, prickly branch. I was debating weather or not it would hold my weight.

Well I guess I would have to find out. I mean, anything would be better than dying the same gruesome, painful and bloody death he did... Right?

I sighed, then looked one last time at the beasts I had only ever seen in nightmares, then launched myself at the branch.

I clung to the sticky branch, using the tree trunk for support as I quickly hauled myself up then attempted a jump to the branch above me. I succeeded.

For a short moment I though I had out-smarted the wolves... That was until I felt a sharp burst of pain shoot up through my leg. I let out a horrid, blood-curdling screech in pain that even scared me. Not to mention the birds perched above my head in the tree tops.

The only thing good that came from that scream was it was loud enough to scare off the wolves... And a good thing too because I found myself sprawled out on the forest floor with sticks and stones stabbing into my back to add to my already intense, burning and unbearable pain from the glass and now my shredded leg from the monster's claws.

I let out a groan in pain as I sat up, propping myself up on my elbows an shifted to get a better view of my leg.

It hurt like hell and I could see bone. My pant leg, just like my leg, was shredded and bloody and the sight was gruesome.

I groaned again as I started to stand, using the pine tree I had fallen from for support. Once I was up, I leaned on the tree and surveyed the forest and surroundings around me for a few minutes while I listened to the annoying buzzing of the cicadas, the squirrels flying through trees and hopping from branch to branch, dropping nuts every now and then, and the caw of the crows above me.

I did this all while attempting to ignore my blurred vision and the bright spots that crossed my sight mixed with the throbbing and constant pounding in my head.

A few minutes later I finally managed to figure out where I was and where the cabin was. I pushed myself off thee tree and stood, putting my weight on my good foot for a few seconds to stead myself and try and focus on the cabin on the horizon and walk in a straight line with my spinning head.

I put my good foot forward and almost instantly, I collapsed on my bad foot under my body weight, but thankfully caught myself on another near-by tree. I silently cussed those wolves and stood up straight, steadying myself again and mustered up all the strength I had and moved slowly forward, looking probably like a deformed zombie.

I groaned and cussed the 1/4 mile walk ahead of me with the high possibility of those nightmare-like demons returning to finish me off. Not to mention I had to pass by the remains-If any-of his body. Despite the thought of the sickly, shredded and wretched looking skin, I know I would end up stopping, not only to rest, but to take in the view of the man I once thought to be my father. His body ripped apart.... An arm here, a leg there...

But worst of all?

I'd take pleasure of the sight that would make others gag... Shed a tear... Haunt their nightmares...

And I wouldn't even mourn his loss.