I opened my eyes unable to see much through my left eye, it hurts so much. I gingerly touched and look at my hand....blood.
What happened? Last I remember is being at my house....
I looked at my surroundings desperate for a way to get home, a sign, a road, I'd take a trail.
All I could see was acres and acres of forest. I stood up feeling tight on my chest. More blood. Was I attacked? I staggered but was able to stand up. Then a memory flooded my vision...
"Artemis, there are monsters in the forest, ones that hurt you. Do you understand?" A woman with the same brown hair as me and the same brown eyes, mum....
"Yepper doodle mumma! Don't go out and fight those bad doggies! They are bad bad bad doggies and need to be put in homes!" Little six year old me dances around the room.
I need to get somewhere safe....Im in a forest and I'm sure it's about night time. I saw a glint as I moved forward, my phone, a shattered price of crap, useless now I bet. I snatched it from the ground and shoved it into my back pocket. And I scrambled on....
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That was a terrible first chapter but I don't care. I hope you enjoy. Not sure if it will continue tho. Most of my stories don't. Welp, soon will be the next chapter mate.
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WerewolfArtemis is eighteen years old when she wakes up in a forest with no memory and a thin cut down her left eye. She must wander the woods to find shelter before the monsters come out that she was warned of since she was a child.
