Werewolf Sitting Under Tree 소설 & 이야기

she told me while taking deep breaths. I nodded my head and told her, “We won't go too far from the main house then.” “Ok,” she said, taking in another big breath. I offered her my hand and she took it instead of holding onto my arm. We slowly walked to where the workers would gather and rest during the day. Everyone was sitting under some large shade trees while drinking water and talking. We walked up to greet them and see how everyone was doing. The leader of the field workers was a werewolf by the name of Bram. He was a good guy and knew how to make things work in the field.

It looked way too unreal and brutal to be done by a mere werewolf no matter how strong it is. "Is anybody here?" She yelled furiously, wanting to see the evil face behind such chaos. She looked around hoping the cowards would at least show themselves to her but instead her eyes landed on a huge tree a few feets away from her and written on it were the words, 'They are already here."

Reaching for the pulley mechanism, I opened it and watched the outside scenery of trees and trees and nothing but trees and oh, the full moon high above the mountains. Then, I saw something in my periphery. A movement. A shadow behind the trees twenty meters away from the building. That would have been nonthreatening considering there were many animals in these parts of the Gundonovian forest. But, as I continued to stare down, I found that there were more of them hiding. Bigger animals. Bigger than bears, and they were definitely on all fours. My heart skipped a wild beat. Werewolves! And they were probably the ones I saw earlier.

As he walked there, the dozen guards and the Chief he was with, followed him. They must have walked for half-an-hour, being extremely careful to not run in this wild, else they would miss the evidence, when they spotted a place where a large number of trees had fallen. It was as if someone had dragged them and put them over at this place. The smell was coming from inside those trees. Ludwig put his hands up. “No one steps towards this area. I suspect there’s a deep pit beneath these tree trunks.” He walked closer and lifted a trunk like it was a pencil and tossed it aside. He scented werewolves. Several.

I shout back. I extend my arm out, leaning to the left while holding on to my ride with my right. As we pass by her, she grabs my arms, and I pull her behind me, on the werewolf's back. The sudden weight shift has our ride hit the youngest wolf, who tumbles into a tree. They get back up, resuming the trot at a slower pace and limping.

To avoid half naked werewolves roaming the woods, packs put some clothes behind marked trees. I sat on a log, trying to organize my thoughts. "Out of all the werewolves in the pack house, you choose him?" I questioned, my head thrown back as I gazed at the dark sky. "Really, Nadia? Aaron? Oh for fuck's sake." I said, throwing my hands up in frustration. A twig snapped from behind me. I instantly put my sense on full alert, my head whipping behind me. "Keith?" I asked, as the male stumbled next to me. "God, you're fast." He said, flopping on the log next to me.

All she felt was the gum that was generated from the tree. “Are you with a torchlight? I need to see something here.” Tony stopped walking and turned to see her standing in front of a tree, she had her hands on it. He could clearly see her under the moonlight. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a torchlight. He walked back to where she stood and switched it on. He saw the deep cutting on the tree bark, he recognized it to be the work of the claws of a werewolf. “This was made by a werewolf, it is still very fresh. This means we are very close.”

The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light filtering through the trees and casting long shadows over the forest floor. A group of five men sat around a campfire, the warmth of the flames pushing back the evening chill. Laughter filled the air as they joked, drank, and tore into chunks of fried meat. The night was quiet and peaceful, with only the crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle of leaves. One of the men, a tall werewolf with sharp senses, suddenly tensed. His laughter died on his lips as he glanced into the dark woods surrounding them. “Someone’s here,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on the sounds of approaching footsteps.

I tried to use my own powers, hoping that somehow I could turn back time and change what had happened, but it was no use. Feeling lost and alone, I eventually found myself sitting against a tree, waiting for the werewolf to return. I had no idea what to do or where to go, and I was consumed by a sense of despair. I knew that I couldn't stay in this state forever, but at that moment, I was unable to think of any other options. All I could do was wait and hope that somehow, things would get better. So, I sat there, against the tree, and waited for the werewolf to come back. Just then, I heard the rustling of leaves in the nearby bushes. I thought the werewolf was back and stood up but instead,

He found Chastine’s form and character alluring. Juste was leaning his back against a stocky tree. The foot of the tree had a small hollow, fit enough for him to squeeze himself in while hugging Chastine tightly in his arms. The area they were sitting on was covered with leaves. The leaves were serving little warmth and cover for them. As the young werewolf was waiting for the young human to wake up, he himself dozed off, probably from staying up all night. Hours passed and morning came. The chirping of birds can be heard throughout the forest.