Amazing! I can't wait for more!
Hunted by Moonlight
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Amazing! I can't wait for more!
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well, its only a day's wait!!
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well, its only a day's wait!!
Are you sure we can't get one more chapter? I need some motivation to write the last chapter of Lea's Life.
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fine... just because I love your story....
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Ch.13
I guess I’m not gonna be very good at hiding until Christmas.
“My gosh, you’re a white one!” My dad exclaimed, pulling me out of the dark they had left me in.
I wondered why it was such a big deal.
Suddenly, all the grownups began to cheer.
“You’re a beginner, and you’re already well off!” Mrs. Samson said.
I wondered what they were talking about.
“You see, the thing is, white wolves can change their fur’s color with a thought.
You can be any natural color you want in a matter of seconds.”
Cool!
I heard a bark, and Dancer ran up to me, wagging her tail, and licking my face.
I pull back and she stops licking.
She sits next to me, and stares at my dad, as if he had said something, then ran off down the path.
Could we communicate with dogs?
My head began to tingle.
I opened up my mind to the mental hotline.
It was my dad, ”Good job missie. You changed successfully, but you still need to learn how to change the color of your fur, and I’m afraid we can’t help you with that.”
“Ok.”
My mom helped me get the clothes off, and I felt relieved.
I suddenly realized something.
My cast wasn’t on my leg! Where had it gone, and why didn’t I need it?
A sudden tingling in my head told me that Garry had the answer I was looking for.
Opening up the mental hotline once again, I began to listen for his answer.
“Yes, I have the answer you are looking for.
When you change, your bones begin to shift, and in doing so, they also begin to heal,” a pause, “and your cast is under you…”
“Thanks!” I thought.
I began to walk around, really wobbly at first, but, like Amy, I had it down in a few minutes.
After a little while, the grownups decided to join us.
Turns out, my mom was brown, and my dad was grey.
Garry was black like Mr. Samson, and I already knew that Mrs. Samson was reddish brown.
My parents had left the back of the Tahoe open, and everyone had to jump up into the back to set their clothes in a pile.
It was a relatively easy jump, so I was pretty sure that I could jump very high.
The grownups led us down the trail, which led to a cabin.
I started to walk over toward it, because it seemed welcoming, but my dad ran out in front of me, and blocked my path.
“We don’t just go in,” he exclaimed, “There could be an unfriendly pack in there.”
I tried to talk, but it was a little hard, “O-u-Ouc- Ok.”
“We need to check if there is anyone else here.”
My ears seemed to go with my emotions, because they flattened. I felt so stupid.
“You need to get familiar with our scents. Go on, smell us.”
I walked around, and sniffed one of each of the others’ paws. My ears still flattened from embarrassment.
I knew what each of them smelled like, and all of them knew what Amy and I smelled like.
“You two should probably hide,” dad said, “And I hope you can figure out how to change the color of your fur, Lena.”
I walked to the nearest bushes, and sat in them, sniffing the air for unfamiliar scents. Amy followed me.
I began to think of what I would look like with fur the color of the branches.
“L-Le-L-Lena, your fur!”
I looked down at my paws. They were turning grayish brown.
“C-C-Coo-Co-Cool!” I said. My ears perking with excitement.
Suddenly, the sound of snarls erupted to the right.
I jumped out of the bushes, not thinking.
Smelling the air, I noticed an unfamiliar scent.
Through the trees, I could see Garry, staring down a smaller, rustish colored wolf, snarling furiously.
I had slowed down out of caution and noticed the others were running up behind me.
“Lena hide!”
I stopped, realizing that I didn’t know what I was doing as the others passed me.
Amy came up beside me, “What’d ya do that for?” her speech was improving.
“I-I don’t know. Instinct?”
“That’s one messed up instinct!”
“I guess, but I- I don’t know.”
I watched as Garry stared down the rustish colored wolf, tensing up.
Five more wolves approached the grownups, all snarling.
They were outnumbered.
I began to cautiously move forward, maybe help even the odds.
The sound of someone moving came from behind me, and, turning around, I saw another grayish colored wolf approaching Amy.
He scared Amy in my direction, and I ran up to her side.
She was showing her teeth, very sharp, to the wolf, but he wasn’t even close to being intimidated.
I tensed, ready to fight at any moment, and got between him and Amy, pushing her toward the grownups.
My head began to tingle again, and I opened my mind to the mental chatter.
“You should’ve stayed hidden, kid.” It was Garry.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Look, kid. You’re a sort of rare kind of wolf. Your kind is naturally stronger, faster, and braver than any other.
These guys would be scared stiff if they saw you could change the color of your fur.
Get what I’m saying?
You can scare the heck out of them.”
“Garry, no.” Mom said, butting into the conversation of thoughts. “She’s too young. One of these wolves might get brave and try her.
Besides, she’s still a new wolf.
She’s never fought, and this is the first time she’s ever changed.
She can’t take that kind of a leap.”
“You’re right, I guess.
I’m sorry, Lena. I shouldn’t have put so much… pressure on you.
Forgive me.”
“I forgive you,” I said.
“Lena, if this turns into a fight, take Amy as far away as you can, and stay out of sight.”
“Ok.” I said, feeling anxious.
This whole day had been too much.
Being hunted and scared out of our minds. Finding out that we were werewolves. Changing, and now meeting other wolves?
I began to feel woozy at the thought, wishing that it was all a dream.
I hadn’t even noticed the adults growling stop.
They were all looking at the bushes, ears perked.
I looked there too, but heard nothing.
Suddenly, another wolf stepped out from behind the leaves, coat gleaming.
He was a dark brownish color.
“What is going on, and why are you here?” he grunted.
“We have been coming to this refuge place for many years, and we need it today.” Mr. Samson said, standing straight up.
“You’ve seen the hunters?”
“Yes. They have found where we live, and we seek refuge in the cabin until morning. Are you inhabiting it?”
“You could say that we have been guarding it. Humans have been looking around it, seeking lodging for their deer hunting.”
“That’s not good,” Mrs. Samson spoke up, “Let’s hope they don’t look in tonight.”
“We will let you stay, since you are in serious trouble, but only for two days.”
“We are hoping to leave tomorrow.” Garry said.
“Well, the earlier the better.
I see you have new wolves. They seem less clumsy than usual ones.
Especially that one,” He nodded my way, “She looks rather calm. Have you taught them to fight?”
My dad straightened up, “No, they have not been taught, yet. This is their first change.”
“Ah, I see.
Well, in that case, I grant you another day here to train,” he paused, “If you allow me to teach the steady one.”
Did he mean me?
Why would he want to teach me to fight?
“As long as its ok with Lena.” Dad looked at me.
“Sure. Ok.” I said, still not knowing why he wanted to train me.
The dark brownish colored wolf turned away and his comrades followed him, disappearing into the woods.
“Well, that’ll be a time we can look back at and laugh about someday, now, let’s get inside and get some rest.” My dad said.
I followed him to the cabin, ducking through the doggy door.
Amy followed us inside.
I immidiately saw where Dancer had run off to.
She was lying on the couch.
I looked around.
I guess I’m not gonna be very good at hiding until Christmas.
“My gosh, you’re a white one!” My dad exclaimed, pulling me out of the dark they had left me in.
I wondered why it was such a big deal.
Suddenly, all the grownups began to cheer.
“You’re a beginner, and you’re already well off!” Mrs. Samson said.
I wondered what they were talking about.
“You see, the thing is, white wolves can change their fur’s color with a thought.
You can be any natural color you want in a matter of seconds.”
Cool!
I heard a bark, and Dancer ran up to me, wagging her tail, and licking my face.
I pull back and she stops licking.
She sits next to me, and stares at my dad, as if he had said something, then ran off down the path.
Could we communicate with dogs?
My head began to tingle.
I opened up my mind to the mental hotline.
It was my dad, ”Good job missie. You changed successfully, but you still need to learn how to change the color of your fur, and I’m afraid we can’t help you with that.”
“Ok.”
My mom helped me get the clothes off, and I felt relieved.
I suddenly realized something.
My cast wasn’t on my leg! Where had it gone, and why didn’t I need it?
A sudden tingling in my head told me that Garry had the answer I was looking for.
Opening up the mental hotline once again, I began to listen for his answer.
“Yes, I have the answer you are looking for.
When you change, your bones begin to shift, and in doing so, they also begin to heal,” a pause, “and your cast is under you…”
“Thanks!” I thought.
I began to walk around, really wobbly at first, but, like Amy, I had it down in a few minutes.
After a little while, the grownups decided to join us.
Turns out, my mom was brown, and my dad was grey.
Garry was black like Mr. Samson, and I already knew that Mrs. Samson was reddish brown.
My parents had left the back of the Tahoe open, and everyone had to jump up into the back to set their clothes in a pile.
It was a relatively easy jump, so I was pretty sure that I could jump very high.
The grownups led us down the trail, which led to a cabin.
I started to walk over toward it, because it seemed welcoming, but my dad ran out in front of me, and blocked my path.
“We don’t just go in,” he exclaimed, “There could be an unfriendly pack in there.”
I tried to talk, but it was a little hard, “O-u-Ouc- Ok.”
“We need to check if there is anyone else here.”
My ears seemed to go with my emotions, because they flattened. I felt so stupid.
“You need to get familiar with our scents. Go on, smell us.”
I walked around, and sniffed one of each of the others’ paws. My ears still flattened from embarrassment.
I knew what each of them smelled like, and all of them knew what Amy and I smelled like.
“You two should probably hide,” dad said, “And I hope you can figure out how to change the color of your fur, Lena.”
I walked to the nearest bushes, and sat in them, sniffing the air for unfamiliar scents. Amy followed me.
I began to think of what I would look like with fur the color of the branches.
“L-Le-L-Lena, your fur!”
I looked down at my paws. They were turning grayish brown.
“C-C-Coo-Co-Cool!” I said. My ears perking with excitement.
Suddenly, the sound of snarls erupted to the right.
I jumped out of the bushes, not thinking.
Smelling the air, I noticed an unfamiliar scent.
Through the trees, I could see Garry, staring down a smaller, rustish colored wolf, snarling furiously.
I had slowed down out of caution and noticed the others were running up behind me.
“Lena hide!”
I stopped, realizing that I didn’t know what I was doing as the others passed me.
Amy came up beside me, “What’d ya do that for?” her speech was improving.
“I-I don’t know. Instinct?”
“That’s one messed up instinct!”
“I guess, but I- I don’t know.”
I watched as Garry stared down the rustish colored wolf, tensing up.
Five more wolves approached the grownups, all snarling.
They were outnumbered.
I began to cautiously move forward, maybe help even the odds.
The sound of someone moving came from behind me, and, turning around, I saw another grayish colored wolf approaching Amy.
He scared Amy in my direction, and I ran up to her side.
She was showing her teeth, very sharp, to the wolf, but he wasn’t even close to being intimidated.
I tensed, ready to fight at any moment, and got between him and Amy, pushing her toward the grownups.
My head began to tingle again, and I opened my mind to the mental chatter.
“You should’ve stayed hidden, kid.” It was Garry.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Look, kid. You’re a sort of rare kind of wolf. Your kind is naturally stronger, faster, and braver than any other.
These guys would be scared stiff if they saw you could change the color of your fur.
Get what I’m saying?
You can scare the heck out of them.”
“Garry, no.” Mom said, butting into the conversation of thoughts. “She’s too young. One of these wolves might get brave and try her.
Besides, she’s still a new wolf.
She’s never fought, and this is the first time she’s ever changed.
She can’t take that kind of a leap.”
“You’re right, I guess.
I’m sorry, Lena. I shouldn’t have put so much… pressure on you.
Forgive me.”
“I forgive you,” I said.
“Lena, if this turns into a fight, take Amy as far away as you can, and stay out of sight.”
“Ok.” I said, feeling anxious.
This whole day had been too much.
Being hunted and scared out of our minds. Finding out that we were werewolves. Changing, and now meeting other wolves?
I began to feel woozy at the thought, wishing that it was all a dream.
I hadn’t even noticed the adults growling stop.
They were all looking at the bushes, ears perked.
I looked there too, but heard nothing.
Suddenly, another wolf stepped out from behind the leaves, coat gleaming.
He was a dark brownish color.
“What is going on, and why are you here?” he grunted.
“We have been coming to this refuge place for many years, and we need it today.” Mr. Samson said, standing straight up.
“You’ve seen the hunters?”
“Yes. They have found where we live, and we seek refuge in the cabin until morning. Are you inhabiting it?”
“You could say that we have been guarding it. Humans have been looking around it, seeking lodging for their deer hunting.”
“That’s not good,” Mrs. Samson spoke up, “Let’s hope they don’t look in tonight.”
“We will let you stay, since you are in serious trouble, but only for two days.”
“We are hoping to leave tomorrow.” Garry said.
“Well, the earlier the better.
I see you have new wolves. They seem less clumsy than usual ones.
Especially that one,” He nodded my way, “She looks rather calm. Have you taught them to fight?”
My dad straightened up, “No, they have not been taught, yet. This is their first change.”
“Ah, I see.
Well, in that case, I grant you another day here to train,” he paused, “If you allow me to teach the steady one.”
Did he mean me?
Why would he want to teach me to fight?
“As long as its ok with Lena.” Dad looked at me.
“Sure. Ok.” I said, still not knowing why he wanted to train me.
The dark brownish colored wolf turned away and his comrades followed him, disappearing into the woods.
“Well, that’ll be a time we can look back at and laugh about someday, now, let’s get inside and get some rest.” My dad said.
I followed him to the cabin, ducking through the doggy door.
Amy followed us inside.
I immidiately saw where Dancer had run off to.
She was lying on the couch.
I looked around.
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