the night sent chills to my bones, as the wind wrapped it's self around me. I reached into the basket pulling a knife from from under a blanket. my fingers wrapped around the hilt, holding it tightly.
My red hair swayed around me, I brushed it back behind my ear. quickly moving towards the house.
bing. bing. bing.
The dark hour had begun.. I could already hear the screams of kids and adults getting ripped apart. the night went silent,but I could hear someone's breathing behind me. I ripped the knife through the air. as a wolf jumped at me, tackling me to the ground. I let out a scream, but i knew nobody would dare to help me.
I stabbed my small knife into the stomach of the wolf, making it jump away and whimper. as I quickly gathered my self up. looking around for anything i could defend myself with. the wolf changed into its human form, it was a young boy. only the age of 17. he held a hand on the cut, glaring up at me, if looks could kill, I could be on the ground lifeless.
"you stupid human.." he spat, he growled as he stood up. looking straight at me, a amused smile spread onto his lips.
"whats a pretty little gem like you doing out so late?" he snarled.
"oh, whats it to you." I scoffed, his eyes wondering down to my basket.
I knew what he was going to ask, and I needed to get back into my home, but that meant get pasted him. and chances of me surviving was below zero.
"whats in the basket gem" whats with that nickname? gosh!
"nothing" i said simply. I swear I saw relief flash through his eyes. he was weak, and if i had another knife or anything on me, I would be able to finish him. but I was also weak. but I wasn't letting him know that.
I smirk as I saw the sun slowly rise. In a moment the boy before me would be forced to run. or the rumour said he would turn to stone. As much as I wanted a new gnome in my garden,I wouldn't know how to explain this one.
the boy pushed the knife back towards me,his eyes never leaving mine. A smirk danced across his lips.
"I am telling the head wolf, so little girl, you might want to keep that knife on you" he stood up, staring me down, before turning and running into the darkness. I felt my body give way, as I landed on the ground panting. my heart racing faster, as my mind tried to come to a conclusion on what just happened.
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dark hour.
Werewolfonly two times year a magical thing happens. an extra hour is added to the night, but only an handful of people know about this. and they call it the dark hour.
