I was scared.
Not by others but by me.
I didn't know I was capable of being that angry to the point of killing a werewolf. I was a child, just like what they said.
I wanted to eat. I haven't eaten in two days after the incident about the two guys. And I knew nothing in hunting.
Werewolves were trained in hunting when you've turned thirteen. And since my mother was so impatient with the years, she decided to train me in hunting in two months.
But all was destroyed and everything came to a halt.
I drank water from a nearby river and decided to cleanse myself since I needed one.
I went into the river and cleaned myself and my clothes, trying to remove every blood but they appear in my mind when I look at the blood.
I was determined to remove every inch of blood on me.
Once I washed my body and clothes, I looked okay. There were still stains of dirt and blood on my clothes though.
Water eased my hunger for awhile but I wanted to get to someone's pack house and get help from them. It was just that all I see was trees and trees and more trees.
After three days of just drinking water, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to hunt.
I was looking for animals I could eat and bingo, found one.
It was a deer.
I wanted to be a werewolf because it would be so much easier but knowing that I could only transform into my wolf form when I'm eighteen.
So I slowly went to the deer but a twig snapped under my foot and it looked at my direction and it ran away from me.
I chased it down but hunger was slowing me down and in the end, I couldn't catch it.
When suddenly, I remembered the river.
Fishes.
I found a sharp, pointy wood that would help me in catching the fishes. And went in again in the waters and tried to stay steady, waiting for the fishes to come closer to me.
After so many tries, I still couldn't grab hold of one and I was so tired when I poked a fish, and I caught it.
"Finally!" I said.
I finished it in one go and didn't bother to grill or heat it up. There was no fire anyway.
After a not so satisfying meal, I drank water and decided to follow the flow of the waters of the river and hoped for a worthy destination.
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After almost a week of following the waters, I saw a small house at the end of the river and I smiled.
People.
I was so happy but scared that I can get help but I just needed to be careful this time. Like I was before and the two guys still decided to kill me.
I was just hoping that they wouldn't treat me so bad.
I made my presence known to them by greeting them.
There weren't a lot of them. Probably like 30 of them are only here. Like a new pack? I wasn't sure but I would be glad if I could join them.
"ROGUE!!" A man guarding the entry way of the place yelled and all eyes of the people inside shouted and screamed.
Some of them went out with weapons like knives, swords, and spears and before I could even explain or introduce myself, they started charging towards me. Again.
I ran away from them. I didn't want to get hurt again and I didn't want to hurt them.
One even had bow and arrows and started shooting their arrows at me.
Most missed me but one arrow grazed my shoulder and it was deep. I yelled and while I just ran faster, my mind kept wondering why me?
Before I climbed a tree, I grabbed a spear that was thrown ahead of me and climbed the tallest tree I could find.
They started targeting me with their weapons and a knife that was thrown at me went into my calf.
I screamed, almost falling.
An arrow went into my hand as I was climbing making me lose my grip on the tree but got to my senses and got hold of the tree again but this time, it hurt.
The arrow went through my hand and I cried because of the pain.
A spear poked my legs and blood started flowing out of me and before I could get more wounds, I got to the top.
I looked down and just missed an arrow being shot at me. Seeing them trying to climb up too, I needed to think fast.
Removing the knife in my calf, the arrow in my hand, trying to stop the blood from my legs and shoulder.
I felt it again.
The urge to kill.
All I saw was anger and hatred, but this time I was in control.
I looked at my only weapon, the spear and I jumped down.
I got hold of the man climbing up the tree in mid-air and put the spear in his head and used his body as my support for the land I was about to make.
He was squished under me and I used the squished man as my shield.
I held his clothes and started inching towards them and they tried to shoot their arrows at me but I used the man as my defense and threw it at the only man with the bow and arrow.
I went to pick up the bow and arrow and before they could throw more knives and spears, I hid behind a tree and aimed my shot at the man full of knives.
The arrow went threw his head and soon one by one, all of them started falling to the ground with an arrow in their head or heart.
I had one arrow left but there were still two people. Two girls. And both of them had spears.
One question lingered in my head, why didn't they shift into their wolf form?
I threw so many rocks opposite from my side and when they looked at the direction of the sound, I aimed my shot at the head and she fell to the ground.
The only girl left was shocked when she saw her fall down.
"Please, please. Where are you?!", she cried.
She looked in every direction but couldn't spot me.
I grabbed a knife laying down near me and threw the bow to her, making her look down at it.
With that, I threw that knife, targeting her heart.
She fell to ground, trying to remove the knife.
Then it stopped.
The feeling of anger and hatred. Like it was just a phase. This time, I knew what I was doing. I knew what I was getting myself into.
I was aware that they were never going to treat me the same, they won't.
People are scared when they know they're weaker than someone and they'll do everything to stop them from getting stronger.
Just like werewolves are, when they're afraid of rogues.