Sophia's Pov
If I could, I would live in a winter wonderland. Everyday it would snow endlessly, the air would forever be teeth chattering cold, and everything would be as white as a piece of paper. Winter is a beautiful season and lots of people hate it because they're too focused on how their toes are turning purple instead of how magical it feels.
Today I had my heart set out to build the perfect snowman. I had my scarf, a carrot for his nose, and some frozen blueberries for his facial features. The only structural pieces missing are sticks for his arms. The woods nearby would provide the perfect two sticks needed to make this the most perfect snowman ever built! But I'm technically not supposed to go into the woods alone. The patrol teams are hidden somewhere lurking in the shadows and high in the tree tops that if someone mistaken me for an intruder, I'd be dead within' seconds.
I could ask my father to accompany me whilst I look for my two sticks but he's always so busy and it would be so silly of me to ask for such a thing. I'm nineteen and a nineteen-year-old shouldn't be outside in the cold looking for sticks for a silly little snowman that will melt in two days time. But I'm determined, and maybe I don't have to go into the woods, perhaps I could walk on the edge, close enough to collect a few samples but not so close as to not get killed by mistake. Brilliant!
My plan in place I begin making the body of my snowman. Packing the snow, on my hands and knees rolling the ball around watching it grow. Once I think I've got my bottom big enough I search for a place to position it. I want it somewhere I can look out my bedroom window and see it but not somewhere It'll look stupid walking up to the house.
Hmm, perhaps under the oak tree?
Placing my lovely snowball under the rather bare oak tree, I angle it so it's in exactly the right spot. I continue on like this until the tips of my fingers have gone numb. Before too long everything is set. My frozen blueberries look spot on for his crooked smile along with my bright orange carrot nose, now all he needs are those sticks.
Looking back at my house to make sure I'm not being watched, I make my way carefully to the very edge of the forest watching for any signs of perfect sticks. As I'm only a couple of feet from touching the tree line, I look back one last time at my house ready to run for it if my father so happens to look out the window and spot me this close to the forest. Taking a deep breath, I venture a few steps closer listening carefully for any indication that someone might be their in the tree's watching me.
That's when I get distracted. . .
Not one but two sticks at the base of a rather bare looking tree are laying neatly on top of the snow, perfectly, ready for me to grab and run. So excited I dash to grab them quickly but soon bring myself to a halt as a low growl freezes me dead in my tracks.
Searching the forest I see these captivating dark blue eyes staring at me intently, teeth as white as the snow snapping at me in warning. I breathe heavily as my throat goes dry from fear. I've never had a werewolf encounter before, especially one where I was alone.
"Please, don't hurt me." I whisper tensely. Backing away as slowly as my frozen body will allow me, the crunching of the snow beneath my boots echos in my eardrums.
"Please." I beg.
Slowly the shadowy figure of a werewolf steps out into the open, closer to me now then I ever was to reaching those sticks. I freeze, adrenaline is wracking Its way through my body as my heart is painfully beating in my chest.
The wolf is now close enough that I can see that he's the color of midnight. Dark and ominous. He circles me once sniffing me here and there, I don't dare move as I'm horrified of what would happen if I do. My throats too dry to even attempt to scream. If I could somehow alert my father, and he was fast enough to reach me, then what? I'd be risking mine and his life, not to mention who'd be to blame if one of us didn't make it out of this situation.
After a few seconds he stops right in front of me. His icy blue eyes look right through me. A look of pure pleasure settles on his features. I look away puzzled, I don't feel afraid anymore. I feel safe in the most dangerous way. But then he does something unexpected.
He shifts.
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