Into the Woods

Prologue

Into the Woods

Prologue

“Daddy!” the small girl cried. The scary men had rushed into her house with a sudden bang, and her mother quickly hid her in the small room behind the staircase. Just like Harry Potter. When the ruckus had quieted down, she peeked her tiny head filled with wild brown hair and big green eyes out of the door, and saw her beloved father lying on the floor. His heart had been torn out.

 

The girl crept out from the cramped space and tip-toed to the front door. As she passed the kitchen, she heard the scary men talking. Unknowledgeable to the dangers in that room, she paused to listen.

 

“There’s supposed to be a little girl here,” rasped one man. He was leaning against the marble counter top, as if he lived at the house where he had killed its occupants.

 

“We’ll find her, Moran. You needn’t worry. Perhaps she’s been run over by her school bus,” said another, speaking in the Old Tongue. The girl saw no difference, however. Her parents had taught her the Old Tongue as if it was English itself. Besides, she didn’t pay attention to the difference of the language.

 

‘Run over by a bus?! Ha! These men must be as dumb as a newborn dog. Everybody knows that we come home from school at 3 o’clock!’ she fumed. It was now half past 5. A police siren whined in the distance.

 

“Shit, that bastard child better show up soon. If she doesn’t, I’m busting out of here,” says Moran. “I don’t care if you try to stop me, Elijah, you know I could beat you in a fist fight.

 

“Of course, but I could beat you if I have a knife, no? And look, there are some right over there,” Elijah replied casually. Before Moran could reply, even more scary men burst into the house. They were dressed differently though, with thick black vests and pants, and they had guns too, big ones. The girl stared, awed at the sight in front of her. Quickly, a woman took her arm and dragged her outside, where cars were parked with bright, flashing blue and red lights.

 

“Honey, what’s your name?” she asks.

 

“W-wren,” the girl replies. “Where’re my parents?”

 

“We don’t know, love. Your aunt in Illinois got a call from your mother saying to take care of you. She called us, and here we are.”

 

“I think my daddy is dead,” Wren says softly.

 

“We don’t know yet, sweetie. Keep hoping, okay? There’s still a chance that you’ll be reunited with your family.”

 

Wren sighed, and turned her attention back to her small blue house.

 

‘I miss you, daddy and mommy. I love you.”

 

 

A/N: So this is my first werewolf story, and I’m super excited to see the turnout of it. I know the prologue is a bit short, but the next chapter will make up for it. Most of you probably won’t read this, but just in case you do, there are some rules that I’m going to put on this book.

 

Rule #1: NO HATE. If I see one comment regarding about how badly I wrote something, I will report you and your comment. Also, there’s a chance I’ll delete the book. However, I will allow constructive advice where you NICELY tell me how to improve my writing skills.

BUT ANYWAY. I really hope you guys enjoy my new book, and remember, advice is always appreciated!! J THANKS FOR READING