Hunted
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I heard them coming closer. I knew they would be coming, that it was only a matter of time. Slowly the wolves from my pack flanked us; I felt the comforting presence of them inside my mind. And I knew without a doubt that I would protect them with my life, looking to my right I saw the ones who I never thought I would find or see again. To my left my sister who was to young and innocent to be in a battle like this. Looking forward, I lowered myself into a battle stance, with my head close to the ground and my teeth showing as a continuous growl vibrated my chest. The enemies were getting closer, the ones who had captured me, tortured my kind and myself and now were threatening my pack and the ones I loved. Twigs snapped and voices told commands to one another. They emerged from the tree line, with their guns pointed at us. I raised my eyes to the man in front of me; I gave a wolf grin as he raised his gun level at my head. I heard a furious growl from my right and without a doubt I knew who it was from as chills ran down my spine. The next second I heard 'Attack' sent through the packs mind link. Growls rumbled through the air as I lunged off the ground and leapt for the throat of the one who had started it all, the one who fired his gun right at my heart when my paws left the ground. My name is Valerie Emerson and this is my story.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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