The black and grey wolf stalked to the treeline and could tell which house was hers due to her scent. Its coat was covered with red and bite wounds lined its arms and body, a nasty scratch travelled through its right eye, the beast lay down and placed its head over its paws and fell asleep waiting for the morning.
The dawn couldn’t have come any sooner, in place of the beast now lay a man. His body scarred, his long black and silver hair fell down his back in waves and stopped at his belt, he now wore trousers and boots, he hauled himself off the ground and walked to his home deep in the woods. A small log cabin with a river nearby, animal heads and pelts decorated the home.
He stumbled through the door and collapsed onto the floor, he fell against his door, he was weaker than he thought, Andreas had taken a bite out of his arm. Samson dragged himself up off the ground and walked to his bathroom, he began to patch himself up, once bandaged he collapsed on his bed and fell asleep.
Mia woke up the next morning a little bloodstained and shakey, she wanted to believe that everything that happened the night before was a dream, but when she went into town that day it was quiet, and she could hear the weeping families of the two girls who were cruelly mutilated by the beasts. Everyone stared at Mia as she walked, they all blamed and cursed her, they all believed it was her fault.
She was the only survivor and believed that she was talking to the wolves and that she was their leader. “Mia you should be punished!” one woman yelled at her. She ignored the threat and kept walking, she walked to the well in the middle of the town, filled up her bucket and then went back to her home.
She began to boil the water over the fire, she picked up her dirty dress and once the water was boiled she began to try and remove the stains, but they wouldn’t budge.
Samson woke up in the warm log cabin, most of his wounds healed, he whined to himself as he sat up, he raked a hand through his long hair; his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, he reluctantly got up and answered it. There stood Andreas, the alpha male of the pack, a well-dressed man with short blonde hair, blue eyes and a scowl on his face, without asking he pushed his way straight into the house and slammed the door behind him.
“How dare you protect that worthless girl last night!” he snarled making his eyes glow in a threatening manner.
“She was different to those two that you and Henry killed!” he said raising his voice, Andreas looked at him a little confused. “Are you being serious? You didn’t pick up on her scent?”
“No, what are you talking about?” he asked and turned his head to the side.
“She’s not entirely human,” he said.
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