I was running again, they were gaining up on me, I tried zig-zaging through the forest to keep them off my trail but it didn't work.
I had no idea where I was heading, all I was focusing on is getting away from them. Their cry and yells for me to stop can be perceived from miles away.
It stopped, everything. Their screams, the paddling of their feet, everything. I wanted to stop too, I really did but I know I couldn't, I have to make sure I was safe, that I won't wake up the next morning to find them there looking over me.
I could feel my legs giving up out me, running for three days straight does that to you. But I couldn't stop, not now, not here.
It was night time now, a couple of hours after sunset. I slowed down, way to tired to run. I stopped, looked around I heard something, well I thought I did. I went back to the old aging tree that I was resting on.
Suddenly Something hard hit the back of my skull before everything went black.
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WerewolfKing. That's what they call him. He was known for being ruthless, cruel, cold blooded and for not having a name. They believed he had no mate, that he didn't deserve one, that the MoonGoddess was punishing him for his doings. He was everything she...
