258\u2013The Preys And The Predators\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was early afternoon. I wore a white dress and left my hair loose, almost teasing someone, as I wandered through the woods like I had no idea where I was headed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I did know where I was going. I was not supposed to wander too far, but our targets did not need to know that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After yesterday, when I convinced Baxter that there was no other way to catch them unless we let them come to us, he finally agreed after a lot of convincing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He made me promise I would not drift too far and that I would not attack them without warning. I had to wait for him to handle it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment they appeared, I was supposed to leave the area so he could step in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was difficult to set this up because we had to convince the girl that we were going out to hunt and that she needed to watch the children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was scared, to be honest, because she was not well herself. Still, she told us she would stay with them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She sat with them inside the shelter, watching as they told each other stories. That was the last thing I remembered before we left.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It had been about twenty minutes. I began to hum loudly, just in case they had not noticed me yet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew Baxter was hiding in one of the largest bushes, waiting patiently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After nearly half an hour of repeating the same pattern of humming and pretending to search for nothing, I heard rustling nearby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart started to pound. I did not look in that direction at first. Then someone finally stepped out from behind a large tree.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay there?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The voice startled me so badly that I flinched.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, I did not mean to scare you,\u201d the man replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned toward him slowly, my anxiety growing. I knew it immediately. This was one of the men.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could have been wrong, because it was just one man. She had said there were three.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had dirty blond hair, and his blue eyes were red at the corners.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His lips were chapped, but he wore a jacket, gloves, and shoes, everything to protect himself from the cold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
While I examined him, he examined me in return.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, they really kicked someone like you out of the pack,\u201d he muttered, already realizing I was a rogue.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A bit of hesitation grew inside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Usually, when someone looked at me, they remembered the broadcast, but if he had been a rogue long enough, he might not have seen it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I replied in a soft, gentle tone, and I noticed the way he smirked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
258\u2013The Press And The Preck\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou are so pretty. Wow,\u201d he added, sending chills through me as he stepped closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you need help?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I nodded slightly, clasping my hands in front of my body. Still, I wondered where the other two were.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you go rogue?\u201d he asked, moving closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA few hours ago,\u201d I replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He snickered, shaking his head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat explains why you look so clean,\u201d he said, stressing the last word, and the hair on the back of my neck stood\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you really need help, I have a shelter nearby with my friends. You can come and stay with us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment he offered me a place, I remembered what the woman had told me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had said they made it seem like they needed help, but now they were offering me help instead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She must have told them she had been a rogue for a long time, while they thought I was new. They were picking their victims very carefully.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned toward the bush and tucked my hair behind my ear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was my signal to Baxter, letting him know I was about to take the final step we had agreed on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cActually, no, that is all right. I will leave,\u201d I stated. That was our way of showing them their victim was slipping\u00a0<\/p>\n
away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as I expected, the moment I turned to walk off, he lunged at me, grabbing my arm and pulling me down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHuh, not so fast. What is the rush?\u201d he remarked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, he did not hide that he was one of the men the woman had spoken about.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He shoved me to the ground and began to unbuckle his pants. He had no idea what was coming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter stepped out from the bush behind him and stood there, his breathing loud enough that the man froze and lifted his head, sensing someone behind him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Slowly, he began to turn.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before our eyes, Baxter started to transition into his large, wild wolf.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell are you?\u201d the man grunted, stepping back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
However, his instincts kicked in, and I noticed his veins begin to bulge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His claws started to grow. He was not going to go down that easily.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as the two faced each other, ready to fight, piercing screams of children erupted into the air. It came straight from the shelter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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