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ˣ‿ˣ Chapter Three ˣ‿ˣ

We are walking through the forest, searching for the werewolves. I send a quick prayer that they are not outside, but I am not a religious human. I doubt anyone will hear it, but at least I tried. I gulp, holding the shotgun close to me in case I will have to defend myself. And I don't mean defend myself from werewolves. I mean defend myself from my own kind.

Sir's guys are around me. He said it is for protection, but I know better. It is to make sure I will not scape or do something stupid. Like I would escape without my sisters.

"Stop." We all stop, me almost tripping over a branch. Luckily, I do not fall and cause noise. I do not even want to think what they would do to me if I bother them. One guy has his arm in the air, focused on something. I look around; nothing unusual is to be seen. Then he points in the one direction, I think towards the south. "There."

"Let's go."

Confused, I continue walking with the others. I consider asking why we are going in that direction but, knowing the reactions the question will probably cause, I decide against it. Damn, there are a lot of things I want to do but stop myself from doing it. That is some self control, haha. Great, now I am joking with myself. I am gonna go crazy. After maybe five minutes of walking, we stop and everyone stands still. I look around, noticing how everything is calm.

Too calm.

Then I hear someone running, the thud sounds they make as their legs come in contact with the earth are getting louder. I turn my head in that direction and then I hear a gunshot followed by a whine. My eyes widen and I freeze. They shot someone.

No. Not just someone. A supernatural being.

Werewolf.

They start moving forward, leaving me standing in the spot, thoughts racing in my mind.

Why do they have to do this?

Werewolves don't do anything harmful.

Why are they killing them?

This isn't fair.

I hear whines and growls, reminding me of the time sir killed my pet in front of me to make me 'stronger' and 'strong-minded'. I gulp, again, blinking back tears. No. This time I will not let him hurt anyone.

I finally move, jogging over to them — they are not far away. I see sir aiming his shotgun at the big werewolf protecting the fallen one. He gets ready to shoot, his finger pushing the trigger. Something comes over me and I instinctively stand in front of him and the shotgun, pushing it up just seconds before he pulls the trigger. The shot sound rings through the air and I freeze.

What the hell did I just do?