Note: I thought of a really good book idea this morning when I was sleep. It came from a video that happened to be on VH1 when I woke up. I was dancing and singing along because it was Evanescence and I sorta listen to their music. Well anyways, I can't remember what the song was called to save my life but this is a werewolf story. I hope to continue you it and make it unique. So enjoy and critique hard!
Midnight to Dawn
By Angel of Death
Prologue
The shade of blue in the sky darkened, as I walked deeper into the forest. Leaves crunched under my boots attuned with the faint hooting of the owls. It was almost time for dinner. My grandmother would hate if I were late home. She had told me not to travel alone in the woods, for vicious animals and winding paths would await me. As usual, I could not extinguish the thirst for adventure that burned in my feet. With the basket from the last delivery clutched tightly in my hand, I looked around, hoping to find my way back to where I started. There were trees taller than skyscrapers and strangely shaped shadows crawling around in the fading light. The wind started to comb through my hair and weave in and out of the limbs of the trees. Branches waved at me from above, making my heart flutter. Pulling the red hood farther over my head, I took a couple tentative steps forward. I remembered passing a tree with moss on the side of it and if I could just find that one tree then-but they were all covered in moss. They were all tall and as the day sunk farther into night, they became tall, dark patrons of the night. Howls broke out in the distance, but I could not be sure if it was just the wind or the vicious animals my grandmother had warned me about. I could feel my feet plant into the ground and a sudden chill resonate throughout my body. In my peripheral peak something moved from behind a bush. It was on all fours and its eyes shone in the darkness. A gasp fell out of my mouth as I continued forward, my pace started off as a quick walk. I tried hard to remember the lessons from my wilderness survival classes, but my mind was numb. The only thing that I knew was fear and it was governing my body. Tears welled up in my eyes, and the moving shadows were increasing, making it impossible to run.
These are strong, vicious creatures, Scarlet. Bucharest has many stories about them. They are called werewolves.
Fairy tales and make-believe were never real to me but the fear and concern in my grandmother's eyes was. She had warned me and I had not listened. The leaves rustled and growls nearby floated on top of the cold night air. White eyes surrounded me in pairs, coming closer and closer, until I could make out animals on all fours with sharp fangs and furry bodies. A scream itched in my throat, as I stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. Pain surged through my back but I bit my lip to keep from yelping. The wolves advanced forward, snarling and drooling. There was no hope for me. I tried one last time to remember what Mr. Hoover taught me in Survival 101 but the only thing I could recall was what you would do if you came in contact with a bear.
Fall to the ground as quickly as you can and lie very still. Animals usually like to fight for their food and will not attack you if you are not a threat or a challenge.
Seeing as though I was already on the ground, I lay flat and closed my eyes. This was a crazy thing to do but it was all I could do. There were more of them than me and if I made them pursue me they'd become more hungry and then it would be impossible to escape. I could hear them getting closer, their breaths coming slowly and easily now. A howl escaped from one's mouth and then the rest of them stopped moving. It grew silent. I thought that they had gone but then something wet touched my cheek, forcing my eyes open. I was face to face with a wolf and up close it did not look so scary. The wolf looked back at the rest of its pack and then took a few steps back. A great light surrounded it and then, before my eyes, it transformed. The creature's four legs morphed into two and then its claws became hands and feet. The light devoured it until he took full human form. The wolf was a man. He had dark curly hair and pale porcelain skin, the rest of his features were drowned out by the pitch blackness of the night and the sudden drowsiness sweeping over me.
"Leave us," he said, and then the others bounded off into the forest. I wanted to thank him for having mercy but then the fear that was slowly slipping away resurrected itself. This was who my grandmother had warned me about, especially. He was the Prince of the night and if he captured you, the price would be your freedom. I was his prisoner now. I would never see home again.
