I continued skating until I reached the forest and tripped over a branch. "Ow." I said when I stood up to brush dirt off my clothes.

"You ok Winter?" Paris asked me with concern in her voice. "Yeah I'm fine." I replied. I looked up and the sun started to set. "Come on we need to get to The Clearing." I said. Paris nodded and we both took off running. The sun started to set faster and we weren't even halfway there. I noticed some fur start to appear on my hands. "Oh no not today." I cried. I decided to run faster than I've run in my life. I hit a moonbeam. My eyes turned yellow. Another moonbeam. my hair turned silvery gray. Another one. My teeth grew sharper. Finally I reached The Clearing. I raced twords the moonbeam. I shifted.

I howled loudly to let Paris know where I was. I paced and sniffed the ground. Rabbit! I screamed of joy... in my thoughts. I dug to where it was. It didn't run. A white fat rabbit just sitting there waiting to die. I knew I couldn't kill it so I gently picked it up by it's ears and gave it to Paris when she got here.

"For me?" She asked. I nodded. I walked over to where a small pond was and sat down. 

Footsteps I told myself. There are footsteps. I growled. 'Hunters?" Paris asked with worry in her voice. I nodded again and she ran over to me. I smelt them. That unfamiliar hunter scent. It disgusts me. Paris got on all fours and crawled by me. She growled too. She may not be a hunter (or a werewolf) but she scares me sometimes. The footsteps grew louder as they grew nearer. Multiple footsteps. There are three of them. I thought. My senses heightened the way they do when either me or my friends is in danger.

The hunters appeared. Their guns were hidden behind they're back. "Eh," one of them said "You aren't a wolf." 'What are you talking about I am a wolf see. Woof woof." Paris said not even believing herself. 

"Whatever." The second one said. "Aim for the wolf." he glanced at me and I growled louder. He pulled out his rifle and aimed at me. He was fast but I was faster. I lunged at the one with the rifle with all of my strength. I landed on his chest knocking him down and the rifle flew out of his hands. I looked at him dead in the eye and growled. My eyes narrowed at him. I could sense his fear. His fear was strong. I could tell that he hated wolves. I looked up at the other two hunters. RABBITS!! They were supposed to hunt RABBITS!! I thought. I snarled at the hunter I was on and jumped off him. You disgust me. I snarled in my head. I walked off to Paris. The one on the ground scampered up and walked twords his rifle. I put my paw on it and he ran away from me. The othe hunters shrugged and followed him.