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        It was midnight, not a single star in its place. The only thing that painted the sky was the full moon which was shinning bright, lighting the dark forest. The crisp clean air running through my fur, filling my lungs with the scents of my surroundings. Raising my muzzle into the air I picked up the scent of the pine trees and the small creatures living in the forest.

        I let out the breath I was holding in, excited now to start my run. Bringing my muzzle down, I sniffed the ground, licking the fresh soil and tasting it sweet nectar.  The dirt molded underneath my paws, leaving my print in the earth. In the distance I heard a branch snap causing my ears to flicker back and forth. Turning my head slightly I saw something or should I say someone that made my eyes widen.

        A hunter with slightly long blond hair was leaning against one of the pine trees, craving a hole into it with a large, strange looking knife. He smirked, making a scar that traveled from his left eye to to his chin stretch. In his mouth was a lit cigarette.

        “I’m giving you a ten second head start staring now”. he said with a hint of laughter in it.

        I stood there frozen in place for a second, confused of the mans words before they finally sink in. I forced my limbs to push my forward, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I ran for seemed like ages for I saw no end to this forest, my breath coming out in white buffs. I was running into areas I didn't know. The sound of gunfire seemed to get closer and closer with each round, causing my blood to run cold. I lost my gripping on the ground, skidding to a stop before fall off a cliff. I looked over the edge seeing that the drop would kill me from this height. I pawed the ground, trying desperately to relax so I could think clearly.

        Suddenly a bullet zipped past my ear, missing by a hair. I looked in the direction from where it came from, seeing the hunter was standing there, taking a slow drag from his cigarette.

        “Youre a fast little thing I’ll give you that, the first to actually make me run.” He smirked.

        I growled a warning at him rewarding me a tsking sound and a gun pointed at me. “I would be careful if I were you”, He said confidently “My gun was made just to kill werewolves like you”. I glared at his gun but slowly my eyes traveled up to see he held the gun in his left hand, his fingers long and oddly perfectly shaped. I traveled my gaze up his arm to his broad chest that was visibly seen through his black T-shirt and had landed on his face.  His square jaw was pronate, a hint of a five o’clock shadow displayed on his perfectly tanned skin. His nose was straight with a slight bend to the right, like it was broken before. His eyes were a shade of Caribbean blue that was shining with excitement. He moved his gun down, shooting right next to my paw.

        “Get going mutt, the game isn't over yet”. Was all he said. I knew I couldn't stand there so with all my might I started running again. In the distance I heard the hunter laughing. If only I had a pack but unfortunately I don't. I would have ripped him to shreds with my pack behind me but I was a lone wolf. Five minutes have passed and the hunter seemed to be long gone. There should be a great amount of distance between us so he wouldn't be able to find me at this rate, not with human legs of course. I layed down, surrounding myself around large rocks to hide me. My mess curly brown hair covered my sweating face, my breath coming out quickly in white buffs. I tried hard to regain my breathing but it doesn't help when a trained werewolf killer was after me.

        Time passed by and no appearance of the hunter. I sat myself up then used the rocks to get my throbbing legs up off the ground. I took in a deep breath of the air and again nothing. Suddenly a sharp pain electrified from my cheek. Blood slowly started to trickle down my cheek then all at one, dripping off my chin and onto the rocks. I pushed my hair aside and looked up to see the hunter standing at least three yards away from me.

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