Servant or Master

Dark shadows lurked in the trees, hidden by the leaves, the moonlight was unable to find them. They walked with silence, unheard to nature. The men dressed in camouflage, and were armed with shotguns and crossbows. They split into teams to surround the beast and his family. Their mission to kill the beast, and anything like him. The howls filled the air as the men began their hunt. As the beast ran with his pack, the lead hunter aimed for his mate. With one shot of his crossbow, he hited her in the back, going straight through.. Blood splattered out at the force. They had got the beast's attention.&nbs

It has been years since I have been able to walk or run. I had barely eaten, or had water. The darkness is around when the sun goes down. The only time I saw light is when the being said the words ‘Time to make money.’. I do not know what he is talking about. I see other animals, in something called a cage, like me. Each day, they are taken by other beings. I never see them again when they leave. I wondered where they were going. I wondered if they were alive. I do not know who the beings are, or what they want. I know I am their ‘property’, but I do not know what the word means. My father did not teach me the English language. The beings talk around me, and I wish I could understand them. Beings have looked at me, but said I am not trainable. I wonder if that is a bad thing. I do not know how I should act. The beings taking me seem to be my only way out. I am studying the animals around me. They seem to use their skills and beg for the beings to take

There was sadness in his voice as he spoke the words, as if it was an unspoken secret. I was shocked though; he acts as if he can see.    “How can you see everything then? You have not run into anything, and you look me in the eyes all the time.” I howled in a low voice, sounding like a little kid not wanting to get in trouble. Dragan must have known what we were talking about, because he grabbed me from Kilian. As he lifts me to his eyes, the red glistens like Kilian’s eyes did earlier.    ‘We talk with our vampire powers. I can not understand you, but Kilian has the gift to talk to anything or anyone that can talk back. No matter the language… he can understand it. I am surprised that he can talk to you though. You are the first animal he has talked to. I want you to know he was born with his eyes broken… and for that he

It has been a Minute since I have walked on my feet. I felt as if I was taking my first steps again. My balance was wobbly. I slowly walked to the mirror while holding the walls. I steadied myself in front of it, and looked at the clear reflection of myself. I stood 4’8 tall. I am shorter than Kilian by 2inches. I have blue eyes, and caramel brown skin. My shoulders are broad. My chest is just starting to grow. My figure is not skinny. I have muscles in all the right places. I was buff for my age. That came with being a werewolf. High metabolism. My nose is round with rosy cheeks besides it. My lips are small. I have no real body features yet. because I am not done growing yet. I was in awe of myself. I looked at my ears and tail. My ears are grayish white with a black outline. My tail is the same white with a little black dot at the tip of it. I am a gray wolf after all.  

The man was definitely older than me, but not as old as Dragan. He was sitting in a chair; reading a book. He looked up as I entered the room. His eyes widened, then turned the other way.    “What are you doing here, werewolf? It is not safe! You should go back home… before the master sees you!” He was speaking words, but I did not understand. I walked closer to him.    “Kilian? Do you know where he is?” I hoped the words would come out in English as before.   “Why are you looking for him?! Please don’t tell me they have you enslaved too!” His eyes stayed averted from my view. I was standing in front of him now.    “I do not understand what you are saying. I can only speak English words… not understan