The Hunter's Werewolf

The cold, crisp air tickles my cold, wet nose and penetrates the bottom of my lungs, making me breathe heavily. It is the sound of cold, like an ice cube in the freezer. The leaves change colors, and dry, crunchy leaves fall from the branches like feathers falling from heaven. They move all around me in the forest. As I run, my paws are pressed into the wet, muddy grass, tickling between the pads; my ears are twitching with the sounds in the trees; and the light breeze tickles and blows through my silver-white fur, causing me to shiver in delight. As I run, my tail wagging back and forth happily and delightfully, as I run through the trees, I can hear all the diverse types of other animals making many diverse types of noises, like in a melody that makes my heart flutter like a butterfly in the rhyme of a perfect song. The moon shines down through the tall trees of the forest and makes my fur glow silver-white. This is like the color that glows in the dark, like a shiny sticker. One of my favorite things about being a wolf is the fall, which is my favorite season for a variety of reasons. There are many reasons to enjoy hot chocolate, including Halloween, pumpkin spice, hot apple cider, or even hot chocolate drinks containing so many tasty goodies. I also enjoy the Harvest Festival, which happens every fall to celebrate the wolves' first coming. I also admire the werewolf world's history and traditions, which have continued for many years. I was enthralled and looked forward to watching the seasons change in a blink. I look forward to watching high school football games from the sidelines and cheering. I also look forward to bonfires with s'mores and drinks with friends and others. I love wasting time outside, like running in my wolf form or drawing several types of seasons and locations around town.

I always have this dream where I just run and run, just to get out of the house to enjoy some fresh air and clear my mind from lots of things that are running through my mind while running through my favorite part of the woods. It is on my daily running patrol route. No one knows how happy I am about being outdoors for hours and running for a long time without tiring in my wolf form. I could not sleep and was dying to get out for a run to clear my mind of the many things that have been on my mind lately. These things are abnormal for a teenage girl like me. I should not be stuck in two different worlds and pretend to be two different people at once. For me, it is easy to sneak out of the huge mansion due to the many secret and hidden paths throughout the house, which is like a giant maze with all its moderate twists and turns. I always sneak out of the house when I need to escape, be alone, or do something.

I know a couple of ways to sneak out of the house, like, for example, my private staircase that leads down from my balcony on the second floor or even some other secret ways to sneak out of the house without waking my little brother up, who tends to get me in trouble with being grounded for like a month, so basically, I have to be quiet and try not to make any type of noise to disturb him or anyone else up. I escaped the house in silence without waking anyone up in the whole house. Once I was outside, I transformed into my wolf form and went for a long, enjoyable, peaceful run. I ended up near the private lake on the property, which was our secret swimming hole. When I got to the crystal-clear aquamarine lake, I drank some of the chilly water and splashed around in it like when I was younger. I played with some fish, which are fun to chase in the water. As I drank the cool lake water, I saw my reflection in the water and a boy. Did I look so much like my brother in wolf form? I was white, like a white chocolate bar with aquamarine eyes. And my brother was dark chocolate with black eyes. No wonder I bit him as a child. I thought he was a walking candy bar that should be eaten immediately in his wolf form.

This place was pretty and peaceful. It has its own private, incredibly small lake that I found when I was ten or so. I come here often, whenever I can. When I was playing like my childhood self, I walked to the clubhouse that my father and uncle built for the kids. I had some free time, and I loved building things with my father or uncle. The clubhouse was in the middle of the large tree that surrounded the lake; it was high enough to climb up the side of the tree with a rope ladder and had a porch that extended all the way around to watch out for noisy people. There is even a medium-sized slide that extends from the roof down to the ground. There are a few swings that have some of the biggest and thickest branches. The clubhouse even has its own pole, like fighter pilots used to help get down from the second floor to the first in case of an emergency. The clubhouse is like a small two- or three-bedroom apartment with everything we need, and it is strong enough to hold about ten people. The clubhouse has its own unique theme, like a cabin in the woods. When we have parties or sleepovers with friends, we sometimes sleep in.

About an hour later, I decided to stay home. Suddenly, I heard a noise that sounded like a tree branch breaking with the snap of a finger. I could hear and feel my heart pounding super fast. All I could think was, "Oh my God, please do not let me be a hunter or a drunk person who must be hiking while trespassing on my family's private land." I saw something moving behind a tree, trying to get a look at me, which I knew was dangerous. It was very dangerous to find out who it was up close, but I wanted to find out who that was and why I was smelling the person who was closer than I thought, and it wasn't a normal human. As soon as I smelled the boy, I knew he was a hunter.

All I can think about is how I can find out who this person is. I also want to know how I will not freak myself out while having a panic attack. As I looked at him, I realized it was a teenage boy with long brown hair that wasn't too long, just right. He also has brown eyes, which I can drool over any day. He was about a couple of inches taller than me, and he looked so sexy with his glasses on. He reminded me of a hot nerd, into technology and sci-fi stuff, and he looked right at me. I stared at him for a couple of minutes, then ran off until I was home. When I finally made it home safely, I could not stop thinking of that guy I saw in the woods by the lake. I wonder why he was in the woods so close to my favorite secret place. He was looking for something, but why did he see me in my wolf form? I was so scared that I ran to my room without making a sound, crawled into my bed, and passed out cold.