She played her claws all over me
Scratching my skin till blood bleeds
Scarlet droplets dripped down bit by bit
Her lust for blood aroused as she sees

As I touched my wounds gently, afraid that it'll worsen, I rose up and wiped off my tears.

Yes, I cried again......

Because of what?

Excrutiating pain haunts me, and my heart hurts to see my tattered skin, covered with wounds and scars......

I sat on the floor and panted. I'm tired......

Attacked by a wolf a few hours ago. She's not just any wolf, she may seem like a cub, but she hunts like a grown up.

cLouDiie the wolf wasn't happy, 'cause I borrowed MBS' school magazine. I don't see the reason to be unhappy about it, I don't understand this wolf's nature, I really don't.

The whole afternoon, she howls her language, calling me a whore. I took a look at her, and just laughed, and went on my way. Although the roots of a tree blocked her, she continued to howl as loud as she can, annoyed by her, I returned and politely asked her to stop.

Cunning she is, she has her own rules, suppose I have to sit down and let her play her claws all over me. Fine, I'll do it.

With just a scratch, I felt my arm aching, and I felt warm liquid flowing......

I felt pain on my legs, hands, face, neck...... As she dance around me, scratching me, and howling her victory. I was her toy for a moment, her little doll.

She whispered to me another rule, I obeyed. I shouted out, "I'm a whore, a faker and a flirt."

She smirked and disappeared through the mist. I hope she'll never return.

Shit, she really did it hard on me. I moaned in pain and I saw some movement afar, in the dark.

He laid me on his back, and I felt the warmth of his fur, and I heard his mate whispered to me, asking whether am I alright.

I smiled, and we rode off into the night.