Todos los capítulos de Werewolves: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Delaphine and I made our way to the front of the large crowd waiting for the meeting to begin. "What horrible news will they give us now," I heard a female worried voice within the crowd. "I don't know," someone answered her. "It must be about more hunters being killed by werewolves." Delaphine right hand held mine tightly, I could feel how scared she was of what horrible news we were about to receive. I could feel her hand trembling. I stared at her seeing her lips too began to tremble. I wished I could tell her that everything will be alright, but I didn't know if it was going to be so. Over the years werewolves seem to grow in numbers and have been killing an insane amount of our kind. Everyone was very worried that one day they will attack us over the wall and kill every one of us, causing our kind to be extinct one day. They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest were

My bedroom door slammed behind me locking me in my room. I catch my breath sitting down on the side of my bed. I couldn't take my mind off the blooded eye beast, the leader of all the other werewolves and the powerful one everyone is now terrified of, who had killed his own kind for my safety. I recollected him ripping the grey werewolf head off with his bare teeth just for me. But, why did he do it? I couldn't understand. Was it because I saved him from being killed years ago? I just didn't comprehend it. My mind again went back to him watching me enter the gate as if he was making sure I went in safe. I was happy I was saved but deep down I couldn't believe how human the werewolf acted. All my life I've seen and experienced them as vicious dark-hearted creatures. What the dark werewolf did for me today I never would have expected from his kind. Werewolves were evil beasts. I'm not sure why he chooses to save me today, whether he was returning a favour related to years ago for me help

"Why have you been taking so long?" my mom asked as I went inside."I'm sorry," I apologized in a soft tone."Are you alright?" she asked worried.I nodded and went straight to my bathroom. As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I burst out into tears. Turner knew the horrible mistake I have done years ago that has been haunting me. It was not good. How could I continue to live knowing he now knows my secret?I sat on the floor sadly."Red," I heard my mom at the door.My head turned to the door."I know you're quite down about the partner selection today," I heard her."I wish I could save you from it but sadly there's nothing I can do," she said sadly.I wiped away my tears."It's okay mom, I'll be fine," I retorted."Okay, please don't let us be late," she went away.I washed my face and got out the bathroom not having the energy or in any mood to take a bath, my body was drained and weak by Turner's encounter. When I entered my room, my red dress was laying there for me. I looke

I was awoken by a tight grip around my draw line and a hard shake.“It’s not time to die, Little Red,” Turner's lips greeted me with a smile.He shoved me against the wall of his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed.I huddled against the wall, scared of him.“You have no idea how it hurts to pretend as if I liked you and to be shamed and ridiculed by you repeatedly. When I just want to hurt you,” he complained.“Now, how does it feel that I never did and that it was all a part of my plan in waiting for the right time to get you to be mine?” asked Turner.I looked at him as a deranged man. He was indeed by his loud crazy laughter.“Tell me how it feels, little red,” he slowly approached me.I pushed myself across the room with every step he took closer to me.I screamed and my head turned away as he held my long red hair. I heard him sniffing my hair, like fresh air, inhaling every scent.“I’ve always admired your hair as much as I can’t stand you,” I heard Turner at my side.I scre

How could it be? how could he still be alive? I remembered seeing his lifeless body lying on the floor of his living room, covered in blood. He's supposed to be dead.Turner was attired in a white linen shirt with short sleeves accompanied by long khaki pants. His blonde shaggy hair rested stylishly on his face. He looked as if he had never been attacked by a werewolf. I examined his body searching for any bruised or marks I could somehow see. I saw none.Turner made his way to the front of the crowd. He was immediately surrounded by a group of werewolf protectors and hunters with arrows aimed at him.I moved my hand from Bazaar petrified."I'm not a werewolf," said Turner as a single hand reached into his pocket."Move again and you'll be killed," warned one of the protectors."Be calm, I'm just searching for wolfbanes to show you I'm not one of those disgusting creatures," said Turner."Shut up," the protector again warned him."Let him show us," Bazaar walked to the end of the stag