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Heavy pants escaped from the girl's lips as she ran frantically through the thick, dark bushes, pushing through leaves and making rustling noises as she went. With each step, the dried leaves crushed under her feet.
The sound of men's voices and dogs barking echoed from behind her. By the sound of it, her pursuers were not far behind and were gaining on her quickly.
The girl tried to pick up her pace, but she was already getting exhausted. She tripped on a tree branch and fell to the ground.
She turned to glance behind her and saw that the flash lights and voices were even closer now.
"Sh*t," Camelia cussed under her breath, the wound on her leg stinging painfully.
She stood up and continued running, hot sweat trailing down her forehead, even as the cold air cut through her skin.
She regretted her decision of leaving the house earlier that evening.
Her mother had forbidden her from ever going to the main town since she could remember.
Werewolves never associated with humans except on a few occasions because some humans hunted werewolves, and being a werewolf meant that she couldn't associate with humans, even though she always wanted to.
Earlier that evening, she had chosen to defy her mother. She had begged the older girls to take her with them when they were heading to the city for shopping. She had only left the group for a minute to buy a pair of boots and those evil minxs had taken the opportunity to leave her there in the mall.
Now she was on the run from hunters who were trying to kill her in the middle of an unfamiliar woods.
She had no idea how they discovered that she was a werewolf, but escaping was the goal. She could think about that later if she survived this.
She tried shifting to her wolf form, but it seemed that her stupid, weak wolf was just in the mood to get them both killed that night.
She fell to the ground for the second time, scraping the wound on her leg even more. She bit her lips hard to suppress the pains from her leg as she slowly crawled to the back of a tree and leaned against it.
The rusting of the trees and the voices were closer now, making it impossible for her to move from her hiding place without being spotted. She was completely worn out and she was certain that she would die this night.
Camelia rested her head against the tree, some of her blonde hair sticking by the side of her face.
The thought of getting murdered by angry hunters even before her nineteenth birthday in a few weeks, never popped up in her head when she had made her stupid plan to follow those girls.
She said her last prayers to the moon goddess and mustered the little strength she had left before picking up running again.
She would rather die attempting to escape than sit back and wait to get shot.
One of the hunters heard the rusting of bushes and immediately shouted, his voice blaring.
"It's over there!" He yelled at his other companions and they immediately charged towards her direction, some even firing gun shots and bolts at her.
Luckily for her, none of the bullets touched her. She silently thanked the moon goddess for her protection as she continued running through the dense forest.
However, her relief was short-lived as a sudden and powerful grip seized her from the side, yanking her forcefully behind a towering tree. She felt herself being pinned against the rough bark, her back pressed firmly against it.
A strong hand covered her mouth, muffling any sound she might have made.
"Shush," the man hushed her immediately as she struggled against his hold. "Those hunters are close. Make one sound, and we both die." His voice was cold and hard, sending a chill down her spine.
Camelia stopped moving, she knew that she didn't stand a chance against this man, even though she some how manage to free herself from him, there was no way she would escape those hunters.
She would just have to wait for her death, she thought to herself. But to her surprise the hunters passed where they stood, without even noticing them, it was as if they did not see them.
The strange man finally let go of her when the hunters were far off, and started walking away. Camelia looked towards the direction where the hunters had gone and then back at the man who was almost out of her sight.
She immediately jogged towards him, caught up quickly.
The man glanced at her through the the corner of his eyes and picked up his pace but she also did the same.
"Thank you for helping me back there, sir." Camelia thanked him but the man did not respond to her, neither did he lessen his pace.
"What pack are you from?" Camelia asked him.
She couldn't sense if he was a werewolf or not since her wolf was practically weakened making it impossible for her to sniff his scent, but she assumed that he must be a werewolf since he knew that her pursuers were hunters.
"I'm from Blood moon pack," she added but he man did not still reply her.
Camelia didn't mind his behavior one bit. She continued talking.
"How can i repay you for saving my life?" she asked.
The man stopped walking and faced her, due to their height difference she had to crane her neck to look at his face.
With the moon light she could see the some of the man's features, and his face did not look friendly, he looked cold.
"Stop following me, girl." he shot her a deadly glare. "Those hunters are far gone so you can run along now."
Camelia blinked her blue eyes at him.
"I would but... um," her eyes fell down in embarrassment as she fumbled with her fingers . "I don't know how to get to the main road. I think i'm lost." she confessed.
The stranger simply smirked wickedly.
"This is quite a funny situation," He said, between a cold chuckle.
"A werewolf lost in the woods." He commented and resumed walking with Camelia following behind him.
"I'm Camelia," she introduced herself, not bothering to ask for his own name.
She rubbed her arm for some warmth, as the cold breeze blew, sipping into her skin.
She looked at the stranger's back, wondering why he seemed upset but she did not bother asking him anything or even speaking at all. She quietly followed him, his boots squished on the moist ground as they walked, blending with the sound of the cicadas.
The man suddenly stopped and Carmelia stopped too wondering why he was stopping.
"Move straight ahead, and you'll get to the main road in no time," the man said, and began walking in a different direction.
Camelia stared at the stranger's back until he was out of sight.
She sighed before she began walking again.
The stinging in her leg had only increased, and she could only hope to get back home to her mother, who must be worried sick of her whereabouts and safety.
Her eyes narrowed, those evil hellcats had better be ready to feel her wrath when she gets back.
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