Werewolf Narrative

My heart was betting like a drum and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched however, every time I turned around their was no one their. It was so cold and wet from the snow storm that happened from the night before and my cloak was so thin I dint have any hope of getting warm. I would take shelter in town if I could but the only reason someone would shelter A werewolf would be to shoot them with a silver bullet while I slept. Or smother em in their sleep I'm two young to be able to turn so I wouldn't be able to defend myself. Everything was still so quiet and still until I heard a sudden snap. I whipped around only to see something from one of my worst nightmares. I thought hunters were just scary stories my mom told me to make me mind like if you dont behave the hunters will get you. …show more content…
I finally pulled my self together. by that point the hunter was armed and coming towards me. I began to run as fast as my legs could carry me; I could still hear the crunch of the snow and his own foot steeps as he continued to chased me through the forest. Thanks to my werewolf blood I had speed on my side and managed to lose him pretty quickly. I found a wide tree and hid behind it to catch my breath. I climbed the tree and hid in its branches for hours hopping and praying I lost him. When I hadn't seen him for ours and hadn't felt like I was being watched for a while I thought I lost him for good. Suddenly I felt the branch I was on give way and I plummeted to the