THE BLUR

I paused my eating and crouched as my eyes turned to the window. Small murmurs and laughter echoes from outside as large shadows passes by. I turned my gaze to an open window before bringing it to the slowly approaching figures.

I muttered a cuss under my breath as I quickly left the table and ran to the window. Carefully, I crawled out the small space, careful to not let any of the broken glass cut me, and landed softly on the grass outside just as the wolves pushed the door open.

"Go drop the spoil at the back so we can go on with our feast," I heard one of the wolves say. Whoever he had been speaking to grunted in response, and I heard the heavy footsteps grow louder.

My heart raced as I crouched lower, trying my best to stay hidden behind the tall bushes by the house. The scent of the wolves filled the air, sharp and pungent, and I knew at once that they were rogues.

Why was I always stumbling into them?

Keeping low, I crept along the side of the house, moving silently throu