A older Woman named Cynthia, around 50 years old was taking a walk in the woods, with her cottage only half a mile away she went deeper into the thick evergreen trees. She was looking for certain herbs and if she didn`t find them fast she would go home empty handed because the sun was starting to fall and evening was setting in. The woods were not safe at night.
As she got deeper into the trees she started to hear the faint sound of crying. Cynthia grew confused as it didn`t just sound like anyone crying.... it sounded like a baby. she ran towards the sound as soon as she realized what is was. the sound got louder and louder until a small infant came into view. She picked up the baby and got a closer look at her. Cynthia looked around trying to figure out where this baby came from but couldn`t find anything. Wrapping the baby up in the scarf, she held her close to her body and walked around trying to find something to do with the baby.
She walked up a hill to try and look around and what she saw on the other side shook her to her very core. There were bodies everywhere of men, women and wolves. Cynthia knew about the werewolf pack and she knew it was a very stong pack so thinking about who could have done this scared her deeply. Cynthia ran as fast as she could back to her cottage, tears of horror rolled down her cheeks and as she got to the bottom of the hill she lost her footing and tripped. she spun around so she landed on her back and not the baby and after she got up Cynthia looked at the culprit of her fall. it was a small purple blanket with a name embroidered in the middle.
JULIETTE