Hello! Since you seem interested in werewolf stories, I was wondering if you could check out my new story"The Handsome Villain"?
Here's a snippet:
Trees whizzed by as my bare feet hit the jagged ground and scraped on protruding rocks. The beams of sunlight made my dark brown hair shimmer with a golden hue. I would've admired the scenery if the thump of the heavy dirk at my side didn't constantly remind me why I was running. I remember vaguely to not look back when running, the deep scrape on my knee proved so.
I came to a clearing with patches of snow littered everywhere. I was tempted to lift my face to the sun and bathe in its warmth, but fear drove me forward. My alert senses also picked up on the white noise --maybe a river?
A rustle broke me out of my thoughts. I swiveled around and was met with a bright red eyes dead set on the dirk hanging from my hip. Steadily backing away from the massive albino wolf, I felt my soaked cloak dragging on the floor. Hopefully, I won't trip when I spin around and make a dart for the trees. Unfortunately, Snow --which I named her-- seemed to predict my move and lunged forward.
Sweeping my cloak aside, I darted to the left, caught myself, and plunged into the trees at a dead run. I could hear Snows large paws strike the ground as she tracked me. Involuntarily I made a glance back to see her stop abruptly. She bared her sharp teeth, giving me a shiver as it looked like a sly smile. Abruptly, her white coat camouflaged into the paths of snow and disappeared.
