Three Hours Earlier:
I sat at home, staring out at the woods I had grown up with. Most people are scared of the woods, and they should be.
My mother writes books for a living, and my father practicly lives in the amazon. Most children would find my life exciting, but it helps out a bit when your mother can whip out a best selling book series within a month. Her latest book, released last week, has sold 1.5 million copies already.
Being rich and all, you would think of me as a sophisticated snob, but I would rather climb a tree then go buy 1 million trillion pairs of shoes.
Today, just like any other Saterday, I ran off into the woods to continue exploring. However, things were not going to be ordanary. My life was about to change forever.
As I began my treck trough the woods, I noticed strange markings on the bark of the oaks.
I saw the crude writing of wolves. I shutter, realizing I had somehow travled far from my home.
