"Yes, Now quit with the questions! Who are you?!" one of the supernatural creatures told us. I could sense that one of them was a shapeshifter, and the other... a wolf? Werewolf. Interesting. I had met two shapeshifters in a matter of a few hours.
"How do we know we can trust you?" I asked, my eyes a deep red. They were challenging them to stand up to me.
"Because if we wanted to kill you right now, we would have," the werewolf answered.
Phyllis stepped forward, "You tell us your names and we will tell you ours."
The strangers shrugged. "Cujo." the werewolf stepped forward.
"I'm Deichi," the other shapeshifter replied.
"Phyllis," Phyllis nodded.
"Ana," I mumbled. I didn't like confiding in complete strangers, but there was an air about them that convinced me that they were not out to kill us. And as Cujo had pointed out, they had had the chance a long time ago.
"What's going on? Who were those people trying to kill you guys?" Deichi asked, looking between Phyllis and I. Phyllis turned to look at me, as it was really me, whom they were after.
I looked away, "I made some mistakes. Leave it at that."
I could hear voices in the distance. It was the village gathering people to come and hunt us. I wanted to turn around and go after them; killing them all would eliminate some of my frustrations. I even turned my body as though I was going to go. Phyllis turned, listened, and grabbed my arm.
I whipped around and glared at her. She shook her head, giving me a stern look. Why did I feel compelled to listen to her? It was because she reminded me of Hayden, my younger sister, whom had died at the tender young age of five. I could never tell her no. I imagined that she would look just like Phyllis had she been given the chance to live. They had the same eyes that seemed to see right into my very soul.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I hadn't had a memory that intense in a long time. I folded my arms across my chest to keep me from fingering my dagger. "We should leave. The villagers are going to be coming after us," I told everyone.
Cujo and Deichi gave me a curious look, but led the way. I fell behind and listened to the villagers badmouthing us, but that only made me angrier. I changed into a human teenager, only fifteen, so that I would no longer be able to hear them. I didn't want to hear about how bad of a creature I am. I knew it in my soul, and I didn't need complete strangers rubbing it in.
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