She was the Daughter of the Moon Goddess He was the Son of a Werewolf king One who heals One who hurts One kind The other cruel --------------------------------------------------------------------- The visions flashed, there faces, stricken with fear and pain. I could hear his laughter as he continued slicing there skin. I cried out wanting him to stop, and yet, I had to watch as he took a flaming torch and placed it to their skin, searing it. I jolted awake, hitting my head on a low hanging branch. "Ouch" "Did you hear that" a distant voice said "It came from over there" another one said. I got up from the ground, quickly gathering my stuff. And then I ran, I didn't know if the people were rouges or pack guards. It didn't matter, both of them would kill me. "You there, stop" The voices were closer. I ran faster and faster, until there was a loud crash behind me. --------------------------------------------------------------------- This description was kind of bad, but please just read the story. It would mean a lot to me. All opinions will help, feel free to share (positive or negative)!! Love you munchkins!!!!