**Cover by psicho666**
#1 in Werewolf (Italian version)
#93 in Fantasy
(This story is also in Italian, it is on my profile page)
"Lyza! What did I tell you about the forest?" My father scolds me sharply. I flinch at the anger in his voice and quickly retract my hand, inches from the trunk of the tree.
"Sorry father, I couldn't help it. The trees are just so beautiful," I whine turning towards him. His face softens slightly and he scoops me up into his muscled arms.
I wrap my small arms around his neck and bury my face into his shoulder. He hugs me tightly and carries me away from the forest.
"Why can't we go into the forest?" I ask, looking over his shoulder to see the red and gold leaves slowly disappear from view as we climb the hill.
"The forest is a dangerous place," he sighs.
"How can something so beautiful be so dangerous?" I mutter in confusion.
"The danger is in its beauty."