I heard the gunshot before I felt the pain. A terrible ripping sensation split through my shoulder and I cried out, well howl is a more accurate description. I fell to my knees and my wolf urged me to get up for we both sensed a being approaching. I forced myself back onto my feet and concentrated solely on getting as far as I possibly could from the figure with the gun. I limped as fast as I could away but soon my head started to pound from the overexertion. I knew I would have to find somewhere to hide or turn and fight. I was tired of being pushed around, and though my wolf urged me to turn and run I stopped and faced my attacker. A woman of about thirty stepped out from behind a tree with the gun in her hand. She had long brown hair already flecked with gray and brown eyes so dark they seemed black. She smiled a wicked smile.
"Well look at what we have here, a little bitty werewolf far from home. What shall I do with her? I think I should put the poor whimpering thing out of her misery, shouldn't I?" She laughed and took a step towards me, I growled. A low warning growl to which she laughed again at. She walked closer, watching me as a predator does her prey. She pulled a knife from her belt and lunged at me. Her knife pierced my back and I turned as my paw swiped across her chest leaving deep slashes. She made a choking sound and fell to her knees. I watched her struggle for a few minutes before I took pity on her and placed my jaws gingerly around her neck before ending her life. I felt bad about killing her but worse for myself if my father found out that I had killed someone.
'Then let us leave here, why don't we run away from here and never return?' My wolf whispered to me. Why shouldn't I? I could leave all of the years of sorrow and abuse behind and start a new life, all by myself. I contemplated that for several hours before deciding to do it. I took one last look at the Huntress' body before I turned on tail and left my old life behind.
