The Storm
289 Words
That night Twila tossed and turned in her nest, unable to fall asleep. She got up and shook out her pelt. She padded outside, It was dark and thick, heavy clouds filled the sky, promising rain. "Just a quick walk will clear my mind." she said heading out into the woods.
A streak of lightning lit up the sky and was closly followed by a loud boom of thunder. Rain started pouring down. Twila couldn't see her own paws the rain was coming down so hard and fast. She ran trying to navigate through the rain.
She ran into a tree and fell down, knocked out cold. The next morning when she opened up her eyes she looked around her. She was surrounded by unfamilier pines that blocked out most of the sun and left prickly needles over the ground. She glanced around her.
"I have a fear I am far from pack territory..." she said to herself looking around. The air smelled wierd and different. She saw a human walking twords her. She had long black hair, pale skin, and soft grey eyes.
"You are little one." she said, staying where she was. Twila was so scared she turned into her human form. She had light grey hair, and piercing ice blue eyes. The stranger was a little taller than her.
"So your a Werewolf?" The stranger asked. Twila nodded. "I am Twila. Beta of the Northern Pack.... Who are you?" The stranger smiled. "I am Veronica, Leader of the Vampire council."
Of course! I should have recognized her pale skin and her teeth! Oh Twila, you are so dimwitted!
"Come, you are lost. I will take you to our King. He can help get you back home."
- Writer
