When I thought I was far enough away from the people that saw me I started to slow down. I thought about how I had to leave my cozy camper and run away from the guys. I started walking forward.
After a walking a few miles I came to my senses and smelled food. Thank god for my wolf instincts, if I didn't have them I would probably never survive out here. I started to walk towards the smell of food.
After a bit of walking and sniffing I saw a house. The house was a big cottage with a blood red roof. The windows where tinted so I couldn't see in but I could tell what was in there by the smell of food and the smell of two humans. I thought about my chances of getting in but they where very slim because with my wolf eyesight I could see the huge lock on the door. But I was very hungry so driven by hunger, I sneaked around the house to see if there was a back door and to my luck I found a back door. I went up to the door and prayed that it wasn't locked. When I tried he door it was unlocked! Ya hoo! I thought in my head. I quietly opened the door and snuck inside.
After a few minuets I found the kitchen and saw the fridge! FRIDGE=FOOD, I thought. I ran over to the fridge and as soon as I went to open it I was pulled back and had something cold pressed to my neck.
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Stray
WerewolfHello, my name is Lilly, I know I don't gave a last name I know but who needs one when your on the run? I guess you could call me normal other then that I'm a warewolf. I never wanted this to happen to me but I guess it has and now I can't stop it...
