Chapter 1 The rogue
Welcome to my werewolf story. After reading countless werewolf books, I like to tell you my werewolf story. Please correct if you see a mistake. English isn’t my first language.
Warning: We go right in a violent scene with the mention of rape.
Run Violet, run. Stupid, stupid girl. Run faster. I tell myself mentally. Looking behind, I see the wolf following me. Will it be just a wolf, an animal? Or will it be one of the nearby pack wolves or… is it a rogue wolf. The dangerous wolf Rose and Joe told me to stay away from, and if I saw one, I should run for my life. Run as far and fast I can.
I hear my feet stamping on the road, my breath hasty. Alongside the road are the trees. The trees of the Red Woods Forest, the home to the Red Woods Forest Pack. Should I leave the road and go past the tree line? Should I leave the safety of the road? Who am I kidding? Nobody uses this road except my host family and me.
Looking behind, I see the wolf still at the same distance. He’s toying with me. Enjoying my fear and waiting for the prey to trip and play dead. It wound belong for I actually to that I can’t run anymore. I am running for twenty minutes, and I will die if I stop. Looking one last time over my shoulder, I see the evil in the wolf’s eyes. He or she has no intention to let me run for ten more minutes.
Wait, what did Rose tell me? If a wolf is really worked up, they can’t transform back to human. Can wolves climb trees? Getting the last of my energy out of my body, I pull a sprint to the tree line and run faster than before. And looking for the best tree to climb.
The rogue snarls a loud growl, and I bet he lost his patience. Don’t fall, Violet, don’t fall. That tree!
I run to my right and start climbing. When I sit on the strongest looking branch, and think my feet are high enough, the rogue reaches me. He jumps and dammit, not high enough. His claw scratched my leg and shredded my pants.
‘Aaah!’ I scream when I feel the pain. Don’t look down, Violet, don’t look at the blood. The last thing I need is to pass out. Hugging the tree, I stand up and move to the branch above. Pain shoots up my leg, and I let another scream. The wolf jumps again, but this time I am high and dry. I see him in its grey smeared fur, sniffing the air. Maybe liking my blood, or are there other wolves close? Maybe the Red Wood Forest Pack? They are very close to my host family. That’s why I know about their existence.
Should I shout for help? I don’t have a phone on me because there is little to no service in this place except if you climb in the trees. Funny, right? But that wasn’t my plan for today, so my phone is safe at home. And I? Not so safe, so what have I to lose if I scream for help? Nothing, and when the rogue calms down, he can change into human form and drag me down.
‘Help, Help me, please, I am about to die!’ Nice spin on end, and the rogue is growling very low. Dammit, why Violet, why would you go outside the house when the sun was setting? Why didn’t you learn how to shoot a gun and carry it with you? Joe told me about the danger out there, but I couldn’t stand the thought of touching one as a raised Dutch girl.
‘Help, Help, Joe!’ Maybe he will hear me, but I don’t think so. ‘Hellllppp!’ Still no response. So no wolves close be. Rose told me that werewolves could hear more than humans. ‘HELP,’ I scream the last time and still no answer. Then plan B.
‘Joehoe, wolvie?’ I ask, and his head goes up. ‘I know you want to kill me, but if you go away, I will not ask my dad to kill you.’ Will this work? Wait, is he laughing? I don’t want him to enjoy himself. He can change back every moment now.
‘Help! Werewolf will eat me! Help me!’ With my last word, I see the wolves starting to shake. I feel the tears fall and rolling down my face. I am dead. My fate is sealed. I never met a werewolf before in my life, and I never thought I would believe Rose and Joe. But there before me stands a very naked man around the age of forty. His hair looks grey just like his fur, and his body is sweaty and covert with dirt. He looks strong, O so strong and dangerous. His eyes give away that he has nothing nice plant for me.
Could I ask him for a favor? ‘Sir, I know you want to eat me, but can you please take my life quickly without suffering?’ My voice is small, and I can’t stop my tears. I am going to die.
‘O little girl, I am not going to kill you right away’ he laughs loader than his growls earlier, ‘I want to play with you first...’ I say darkly and I see his eyes switch color. ‘Play?’ I ask foolish, ‘which game?’
‘O little girl, a game I don’t think you played before,’ he is still standing by the tree knowing I have nowhere to go and nobody will come to save me. ‘A game only I can play with pretty little girls or women. I don’t care, I just want you beneath me and have my way with you.’
Is he talking about rape? My English language knowledge is not very strong, but he is talking about sex. ‘I don’t want to play,’ I said, hoping to stretch time on earth.
‘O, but I just like it when I am the only one participating.’ He takes to big steps, and if he reaches up, he can crap my ankles. ‘So you like masturbating?’ Stupid move, Violet! Keep your big mouth shut!
He laughs a booming laugh, and I feel the tree shake. Is that even possible? Well, after today, I believe everything. Too bad, it is my last day.
‘Help!’ I call out one last time.
‘Little girl, should I crap you, or are you coming down by yourself? I don’t want to injure you too much, jet.’
Still crying my eyes out, I shake and climb down slowly. My leg is killing me, but the man before me is really the one who’s making the killing.
My wound is deeper as I thought. Because of the adrenaline, I don’t feel the pain that bad.
He only has to take one step, and he will press himself against me. He smells horrible, like sweat and rotting meat. I don’t know where the rotting smell is coming from till he smiles and gives me a look at his rotting teeth.
Time, Violet. Get more time. ‘Laat me alstublieft gaan, ik hoor hier niet.’ I cry my last tears I will ever cry.
‘What did you say?’
‘I don’t belong here, let me go please.’
’O I will not, but you can scream in all the languages you know, I don’t mean. His smirk is across his ugly face. Full of scratches and scares. I get sick thinking about him on top of me, and I need to puke. And I do. I throw up all over my clothes, and he takes a step back, so do I.
‘Little girl, I don’t mean vomit either. You can undress now.’ He scans me over when I take off my vest and shoes. His body radiates power and gives me the feeling my last hours are going to be the hardest of my life.
‘Help!’ I scream one last time with every last power I have in me.
‘You’re done?’ The rogue asks, and I nod my head.
The moment he touches my face, I see behind him two wolves. Clean looking, the Red Wood Forest Pack? They look clean or more rogues? Please help.
‘Help,’ I whisper one last time, and the rogue other hand touches my shirt rips it off my body. I close my eyes. I don’t want to see his face when I die. I want to see my mom back in Holland and my Dad. I want to see good things in my life before I lose it.