The Forbidden Manner

The Discovery

It was a bitter cold night and the light of the full moon light up the woodland path like something out of a fairy tale, my parents always told me not to go out on a full moon but I was 19 and thought that I could take on the world, oh how I was wrong. 

It was autumn and the leaves were starting to fall off the trees, they left the ground covered in a college of reds and yellows, I wasn't sure where the path ended and the cold damp forest floor started. I must have wondered off it at some point because nothing seemed familiar to me, then out of nowhere the ground beneath me just vanished and I was looking up at the stars in an old mine shaft or tunnel that must have been made back when the town was living in fear of douches that lived alone up in the old manor after her husband's mysterious disappearances back when the natives still lived in the mountains and the church was burning any woman with free will, saying that she was a witch and was sent here by the devil to test the strength of man. Many young women died during the witch hunt but what fewer people know is that some of these so called witches mysteriously disappeared right before their trial, if you can call it that of course. 

I must have been wandering around for at least an hour looking for some way out, it was dark but unusually dry and warm considering that it was sub zero in the woods. Then I saw a blood red light out of the corner of my eyes, but I got the feeling that I was being watched from the shadows, as if there was a predator stalking me like I was it's pray. Out of nowhere I hear this low pitch growl behind me but when I turned round to look all I could see were these bright yellow eyes staring at me, I could feel them piercing through my soul and I just panicked and ran as fast as my legs could carry me towards the red light, but it was no good I could see this big metal door next to the red light when my foot slipped and I fell face down into what I thought was a puddle, but as I pushed myself up I realized it wasn't just a puddle, it was a large paw print the size of my hand and that was when I felt it's hot wet breath rolling down the back of my neck. I turned around to see the big wolf head staring at me, with its long bone wight teeth bared and drool dripping out of its mouth as it snarled at my. Then everything went dark. 

When I woke up my whole body was aching like I'd just fallen off a roof, but I couldn't remember what happened to me the last thing I could remember was this great big wolf standing over me. That's when I noticed it was in the room with me, it was just sat there at the side of my bed facing the door like it was waiting for someone, it was an odd looking room the whole thing was full of antiques, from the ornaments to the rugs on the floor and the huge curtains hanging over this big bay window like you'd see in a palace. Then a young blonde pale girl walked in, at first all I could about was why it was that she walked around the edge of the room always staying in the shadows then I noticed that the old paintings on the wall were her and not like some kind of a relative they were actually her, at first I thought she was just very like the woman in the painting then I noticed that scar on the left of her neck. It was a very odd scar she had, it looked like a person had bit her but the caynies were too pronounced and for the scar to be so clear and clean it would of had to be pretty deep. But I'm not the most discret of people so she nodded me looking at her and ask as to why I was paying so much attention to everything she did to which I answered 'your scar, how did you get it', instead of answering she just laughed but it was the kind of laugh you'd hear in a really posh part of London, but from back in the eighteen hundreds.