Running From The Wolves

~Chapter 3: Part 1~

Rosalie's P.O.V

Jogging back home the pine trees, the leaves sway and whisper to me, the brisk night air sprays across my face, my hair trailing behind me. The stars are above me, their shining through the pine needles, creating a picture perfect moment, I leap over a forest log, and stumble after landing, I forgot that I'm carrying the elk on my shoulders, sometimes I just get carried away when I'm day dreaming. It caused me no harm, I'll be fine. "Lincoln." I whisper into the wind. I look up at the full moon in all of its glory. Hmm I wonder where he is now. Hopefully he didn't find it to hard to find home. I need to get a large fire going when I get home so I can smoke this meat. I'll use some rosemary and thyme, that should bring, a rich taste, I think to myself. Making out a plan, for when I get home, I let my thoughts drift and continue my walk back home.

I'm about halfway to the crystal lake, when I spot a rare tormentil herb in flower, it hardly ever flowers, let alone be here, it should be found in spring, not autumn. It has extensive healing properties, like stomach problems, and fever, and it can cure almost every poison, if you know how to prepare it that is. I hope Lincoln can wait for awhile, I wonder if he will worry about me. Oh well, if he does or he doesn't, as long as he survives all the mess of all the herbs. I chuckle to myself while I place the elk down onto the ground, making sure I don't bruise the meat, afterwards I take off my backpack, pick out a plastic jar, and a hand shovel. I start to pull the plant out of the ground using my shovel as leverage, once I had the herb out of the ground I grabbed the jar and stash the plant inside. Happy with my handy work, I dust off my shovel and place it back inside, along with the herb placed carefully inside. It will need to get some water, I better gather some at the crystal lake. I walk back to the elk, bend down and pick it up, putting it back on shoulders.

Shuffling the elk around to move it to a more comfortable spot on my shoulders, I think to myself, I might as well run to the lake, it shouldn't take that long and I will then catch my breath, running will make this trip shorter. Deciding that this is my plan, I change my direction and start running towards the crystal lake.

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Reaching the lake, I breathe in a big gulp of air, and place the elk on the stone pebble ground, placing my hands on my head, I recover from sprinting 54 kilometres (33 miles), in under 28 minutes. Going 28 seconds a kilometer is really draining. I do a few cooldowns. Calming my breath. Recovering quickly, I take off my backpack and pick up the tormentil plant, and using my hand, scoop up the water and soaking the herb. Seeing the water dribble down inside to the bottom of the plastic jar, I put it back inside my pack. And start drinking for myself. My thirst quenched, I fill a small bottle that I keep in my bag. And return on my to home. I'm about halfway, when I a cold breath comes against my neck, an icy grips slides around my neck and a male voice whispers in my ear,

"Rosalie, fancy seeing you here."

I let out a terrified scream.

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A/N: Jess (AKA Love<3Reader

   To be continued...