Jack ran along the edge of the forest at a fast pace, holding an apple in his hands. He clutched it in his small palms, not daring to slow down. Behind him were 8 groblins, a ferocious mix of gremlin and goblin. They were mischievous creatures that hunted things only smaller than them and usually ended up killing them. Jack, at four years old, was the smallest thing in the forest. The night sky was overcast and it was hard for him to see. He felt a groblin’s breath on his heels and closed his eyes to receive the pain when suddenly the groblin let out a yelp and flew back. All the groblins were silenced and in his shock, Jack tripped, tumbling into a clearing.
The groblins were gone but standing in the moonlight was something far more terrifying. A full grown wolf stepped into the clearing and snarled at him, it’s lips tainted with the groblins’ purple blood, it’s silver black fur bristling in the forest wind. It stepped closer and closer to him until it was in his face. Jack hardly dared to breath. Maybe because he was so small and dressed only in rags, the wolf wouldn’t see him as a threat. Jack slowly edged away from the wolf as it regarded him with silver eyes. It stayed staring at him and as soon as Jack got to the edge of the clearing, he got up and attempted to bolt away. He heard the wolf begin its chase again and as he felt its presence close in on his heels, Jack closed his eyes shut, thinking that he had no family anyways so no-one would cry.
The night was then pierced by Jack’s howl of pain and anger as a werewolf was brought into existence.
Technically it’s saturday but promise kept! XD- MR. Vargas
