Barely Breathing

'It will rain tonight’ I thought as a herd of ants lined up in a frenzy, evacuating from their haven to a log nearby. Living within the walls of endless forests gained me skills and tricks relying everything on animals' instincts or nature itself. It has been helping me to survive the last two years of solitude.

I unpacked my improvise bag which was in reality an old blanket wrapped around a few times to my only possessions. All in all, a hair comb missing almost half of its teeth, a pair of clothes I stole from a house in an old house I came across a few weeks ago, a toothbrush, some candy, a now-empty plastic bottle, and a few dollars from my previous job. I tried getting into jobs but with little luck because of my appearance.

I am wearing a simple blouse paired with washed jeans and an oversized leather duffle coat, both old-fashioned. My bright red hair was securely tucked under a wide-brimmed black hat. With my 5’9” height almost as tall as an average man, I could pass as a teenage boy. And me starving almost all the time, is skinner than usual which perfectly worked to my advantage to hide my curves. But one look at my face will blow off my disguise completely. My features are 'too soft' to be likened to a man, I heard others say before.

With a sigh, I put back all my precious belongings, the small amount of cash now in my pocket. I got to buy food for lunch, the consequence of hunting nothing for hours. I'm in the middle of a meadow. Soft grass and dried leaves crunched under my faded boots. Hopefully, there’s a nearby town where I could buy something to eat. I’m starving.

The sun was set high above the sky yet it wasn't hot, the air was cold. I have no idea of where I am or what country I was in. All I'm sure of was the date. I asked an old woman walking with a crane in her hand on the sidewalk one day, of what day it was. From then on, I counted the day each time dawn appears and kiss dusk goodbye. That's why I’m sure today's the 5th of June.

rustled, scattering dried leaves everywhere as leaves started falling from trees. The air was crisp and cold even with the thickness of my coat, I

near I can't tell. Not shifting gives me slightly enhance senses compared to humans. I am only fifteen and

was here. I have always been careful not to encounter rogues. Rogues are lone wolves. They are usually vicious and dangerous. Not belonging to a pack will drive your wolf crazy. Werewolves are designed by the moon goddess to live

were trees and a long road on the other side but miles away from where I stood. I calculated

I still need to get a free ride to

got; I won't let them take away what little hope left in me. I will fight with my last

strength. Adrenaline rushed through me in waves like hope seeping through my bones,