Scarlets POV
I've never been one to run, I've always hated it. Even when we were forced to run a mile in school I would always be one of the three or four people walking. Even as a child I was never the kind of kid to be running around on the playground. Ive just never liked running. Today, I really wished I ran more.
*Six hours earlier*
My heart was pounding loud in my ears as I thought of his words, "Run and don't look back." My breath was coming hard as I tried everything to not think about what could be happening right now. I heard loud growling from behind me, which made me let out a short scream and try to run even faster than I already was. Had he killed Xavier that quickly?
I managed to make it to the clearing that I had met Forest in before I could literally feel the wolf breathing down my back. I screamed loudly as it jumped over me only to turn and growl at me with glowing red eyes. Tears started to fall from my eyes at the realization that I was probably going to die. It stalked towards me slowly, and in fright I had fallen to the ground and started scrambling backwards. I had never been so scared in my life, not even when I realized I was in car that was going to go up in flames.
My back hit the tree that was in the middle of the feild and I whimpered, cowering under it. The crazed wolf stalked closer and closer as it realized I couldn't go anywhere, growling louder with every step it took. Just as it was about to attack me and most likely rip me to shreds I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.
Only, that pain never came.
Instead, there was a vicious growling from behind me, and the sound of something solid hitting something else hard. Snarling suddenly started and as I opened my eyes I was shocked to see the rabid looking wolf being pinned down by a dark brown wolf; Forest. I watched as the wolf that I had met only a few days ago struggled with the wolf that was going to kill me only seconds ago.
I screamed again as I saw the red eyed wolf swipe at Forest and I heard a horible yelping noise come from him. Forest was suddenly under the wolf and I knew I had to do something to destract it. looking around I decided on a branch as I deperately reached for it and threw it at the wolf, hoping to make it pause even for a moment.
it hit the animal straight in the head and it growled before turning and jumping right towards me. I watched with wide eyes as another wolf appeared out of seemingly nowhere and tackled it to the ground mid jump.
The wolf looked very similar to Forest, only this wolf seemed to have a bit more red in its fur and he was also slightly smaller. I watched on in shock as these two wild animals defended me from one of their own. Shouldn't they all just take a bite of me? That seems like what most wolves would do at least. For some reason, I have a feeling these wolves aren't regualar ones. They were all far too big to be normal, the red eyed one was the smallest, and it still almost reached my shoulders. Forest and the other one must have been well over six feet tall. But if they aren't regular wolves then what are they?
It just didn't make sense. Nothing added up. I looked up to see the two brown wolves take down the one easily now, and heard the sickening crunch of bones breaking as Forest bit down on it's neck, killing it instantly. However, as if that sound wasn't enough to freak me out, the fact that before my very eyes, that wolf turned into the body of a human certainly did. My eyes widened as I took in the broken body of the boy that couldn't have been over 20 years old. He had gashes and bruised everywhere, and his neck was laying at an odd angle with deep teeth marks all around it, oozing dark red blood.
I opened my mouth in shock, unable to believe what I was actually seeing. This couldn't be real. People don't turn into animals and animals don't turn into people. It's impossible.

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