The world of Forbidden

The Werewolf that was about to strike Snow, stopped and turned to the Silver-Blade Knights. He growled, his rouge eyes glowed a powerful bright red. "Humans..." He snarled, while Snow coward into the corner more, the frost surrounding her as her Crystal blue eyes looking ice cold from her ice powers. Snow tried to say something but her body still didn't let her speak. The male then brought his dagger to the air, warning the knights to stay back. "You wouldn't want me to harm the girl now would you? Although... She is special and I knew that for an insane Werewolf like me. I'm smart enough to know that my desire for power turned me rouge..."

He surprisingly looked sad but then turned back to his rouge self. Glaring at the knights and aiming the dagger at Snow. "And even if you do kill me, more of the rogues will find her. I'm not the only one that smelt her blood".

The knights stopped in their tracks after the werewolf was using snow as a hostage. "Dammit" Andrew swore under his breath "alright we won't come closer just realease her and..." Wait more will come after her?, Andrew wondered "wait what are you talking about, more will come for her?" Andrew questioned the werewolf while a soldier outside around the corner began to secretly walk around the inn to enter the back.

He then smirked, "you don't know? Probably because you're all humans with weak sense of smell. Cutie over there has the finest scent that I've ever smelt, and I'm sure that more of us... Well the insane ones will want her powers and blood. While the normal Werewolves will want her as a slave or... A mate", he then gave a dark chuckle. Snow was starting to shake; she never thought that her kind found her scent intoxicating. Although she has been away from them for a certain amount of years. Her transformation to adulthood happened when she lived at the old village.

"And like I said before. There were other rouges that found her blood in the forest, I have no doubt that they told others... She's doomed no matter what. With are insanity our sense of smell, sight and hearing are stronger than normal Werewolves. Anyway, what's your choice? If you kill me-" he then grabbed Snow's shirt and pulled her into his rough arms. "I'll kill her".

Snow finally managed to speak, but it was a whimper of fear. She wanted to kick his sorry butt, however the Silver-Blade Knights are right in front of her. That was when she looked closely, the dagger was cheep Werewolf metal. It would do no harm on her at all if he stabbed her. She would just heal since it isn't real Silver.

While Andrew and the three knights stared at the werewolf at the entrance of the inn, one knight managed to climb the inn where the werewolf entered and began to sneak through the hallway with his silver sword at the ready and began to wait near the stairs.

Andrew just stared at the wolf with a hateful gaze not able to talk, he can't make a move or she will die and he can't talk wolf down, he was powerless in this situation and his only hope was to get him by surprise.

The male Werewolf then laughed insanely. "Looks like I win!" He screamed, Snow in the mean time was growing tired of this stupid game. Her inner wolf tampering with her mind, she then turned her aura freezing cold again as her eyes glowed light blue. "Ahh! Again with the ice!" He howled, brushing of the ice forming on his arms. Snow took her chance and swung a kick to his waist, catching him off guard as he fell a few feet away. Snow fell back beside where Andrew is shaking her head, surprised of her own sudden move.

The Werewolf was now mad, turning back into Wolf form and starts charging towards the girl and Silver-Blade knight. Fangs bared and eyes blazing with the need to kill.

Andrew was surprised by what happened, but he quickly aimed his sword at the wolf as the two soldiers with halberds held their line and aimed their halberds at the wolf while the soldier from upstairs quickly rushes down to flank the wolf.

The large Wolf ran closer, his rage took no mind of the weapons that surround him. He then jumped and was aiming towards Andrew and Snow. Howling loudly. Snow covered her eyes waiting for the worst to happen, her ice energy gone since she had turned back to the scared human-like version of herself.

Andrew raised his sword along with his shield and stood in front of snow as he thrusts his sword at the incoming wolf as the other men thrust their halberds at the wolf.

The wolf flinched as the sword entered his body. Slowly he changed back into his human/wolf form, lifeless. Snow was still on the ground, covering her eyes with her hands as she shook with fear. She let out little whimpers from time to time.

Andrew withdrew his sword from the now lifeless wolf, sheathed his sword then crouched near snow putting a hand on her back to attempt to comfort her while his subordinates carry the wolfs body outside to be taken care of leaving Andrew and snow alone in the inn.

Snow froze when Andrew touched her back. She uncovered her eyes to see the Wolf gone. "I-is he dead?" She stuttered her question. Snow then looked around to check then wobbly got to her feet. She thought about all the things the rouge said about her, making her more terrified than ever.

"Yes the wolf is gone" Andrew answered her question confidently "now after what I saw and heard, you seem to posses ice magic and those werewolfs seem to be after you, I wish I could help but now that you know who we actually are we have to head back to the castle, without any approval from our general we can't do anything to help or follow you" as Andrew began to stand up and bid snow a farewell.

Snow was relieved to hear that the rouge Werewolf is dead. She did feel slight guilty that she let Alexander kill the man though. Unfortunately for her case, Alexander was indeed a Silver-Blade knight. She didn't want to take the risk, one her kind will know that she is still alive; and two, she didn't want the Silver-Blade Knights going after her if they found out that she is a Werewolf too. It was then decided. She walked out of the inn as well, only to encounter a nervous human male looking at her.

"U-Umm... Are you S-Snow Arctic-Wolf Moon?" He stuttered, holding what seems to be a letter. "Yes... What do you want?" Snow questioned cautious. He quickly gave her the letter and ran. The teen Werewolf stood confused, but then opened the letter. She recognised the seal and the handwriting, it was the mystery person that warned her before. Her face paled even more than normal as she read it, "this can't be..." Snow then packed the letter into her bag and brought out her cape. She put it on, pulled the hood up over her head and ran into the forest without second thoughts.

The villagers that saw her looked startled as some of them saw her ran past with her hidden Wolf ears. "The main Silver-Blade Knights kingdom know that I exist. I have to hide, if they find out on what my name is and what I look like I'm dead... It's a good thing that they only know what my Wolf form looks like", she thought to herself as she ran.

Andrew and his team saddled up on their horses and began to ride off the the Silver blade knight castle at full speed after their sucssesful day of killing one more wolf. "One more wolf down lads!" Andrew yelled exited followed by the cheer of the other four knights.

It had been a few days since Snow had been attacked from the first rouge Werewolf. Ever since then, she trained herself to the deepest core, strengthening her powers, body and mind. With her ice powers, she managed to create her own dagger made out of pure ice and a rare type of Werewolf metal. She had encountered other rouge Werewolves along her travels and even a normal male Werewolf. However, they all had the attention to want either her blood, power or her body. It in fact disgusted her and actually began to see one of the reasons why the Silver-Blade Knights hated her kind.

She did however, think about that day when she had been rescued by Andrew and met the other Knights. They all seemed to care for one another and looked out for their own kind like she is trying to for her own. Although, her inner wolf always told her that if they knew that she is a Werewolf, they would not have hesitated to kill her. Maybe even Andrew could have just left her or even finished her off. She growled, this was no time to think about this. She is only a day away before she'll arrive to her home clan and couldn't wait to see her old family. Snow was pretty sure that she had changed through these years. She is an almost vegetarian;highly trained to kill and protect; grown to an independent young lady; and most of all, grown far wiser than she could ever imagine.

Snow had reached the bottom of the snowy mountains and all she had to do left was climb it to the top. The mountain is a steep, tall, cold and dangerous place, but perfect for her breed of Werewolf. So then she started to climb.

It had been a few days since Andrew met snow, Andrew felt some affection towards her but after awhile he would snap back to normal always thinking, she is just a teen, you can't just like a teen!. But after all that it remained quiet most of the knights went around killing anything that they had to kill while Andrew and his team stayed at the castle doing nothing, training new recruits time to time. After three days of almost nothing Andrew told the rest of his team he was going out for a few days to take his mind off things. Andrew gathered supplies, water, medical supplies, healing salves and his sword and headed out into the woods to go camping.

Snow had reached the top in half of the time that she expected. She was actually impressed with herself, even her inner wolf congratulated her. Once she finally arrived at her clan, she noticed that there are a group of three guards every mile from the border. At the entrance stood two large guards as they growled at her. "Who goes there?!" One of them snarled. "Snow Moon!" She shouted back, over the heavy snow storm. The two guards then laughed, they didn't believe her. "She's disappeared years ago, maybe even dead", the other laughed. Snow growled at their rudeness and howled while she turned into her Wolf form. The guards were shocked, "White as snow... The colour of royalty!" They both said, bowing to her. Snow just rolled her eyes, one of the reasons on why she left in the first place. "I would like to speak to my parents", she commanded, returning to her human form.

They both seemed hesitant until the first guard finally spoke, "I'm sorry, miss. But the Emperor and Empress have died two years ago, looking for you". Snow remained silent for a few minutes then finally changed the subject, "what about my brother?" The other guard spoke, "alive but sick, miss". The white haired teen thought for a bit, "is there a cure". "Yes, however the cure is the rare legendary ice lilies".

Snow was speechless. "Ice... Lillies? That was what that rouge Werewolf said about my scent. I thought that I recognised him! He was a member of the clan, but left because of his insanity", she thought to herself. She then thought hard about the flowers. She knew only her family could grow the flowers, unfortunately only a certain few could. She remembered her mother grown them when she was a child. Her mother grew them in the garden. "Can you take me to the garden?" She asked, although she knew that the flowers were most likely dead. They both nodded and lead her to the garden. Like she had thought, the flowers were long gone and the garden was just a waste land. She didn't give up and searched for any remains that hid in the old garden. That was when she noticed the Crystal-like seeds under a dead bush. She picked them up and knew that was what she wanted. "I know how to grow them, but I must leave to the forest to grow them. I will be a couple of weeks. Tell my brother that I will return to save him and the clan", she said as the guards nodded in response.

Snow then packed the seeds into her backpack and started running down the mountain. Towards the forest.

Andrew looked for a clearing in the forest just big enough so he can look at the sky and to set up camp. After looking around he found a nice clearing, though overgrown it looked like a nice place to camp. Andrew began to build a tent in the clearing using wood and grass then set up a campfire and lit it using flint and steel to light a fire and began to cook some chicken from his supplies to eat.

Snow finally made it to the bottom and kept running in the forest. She then found the perfect spot about an hour away from the mountain. An empty cave with plenty of grass land as well a river. Since it was a long day for her and it is close to sunset; the Werewolf laid some of her old thin blankets in a flat spot in the cave. She then got a drink the cool but, strangely, clean water from the river.

When the sun finally set, Snow decided to do some training. She practiced slicing the air with her new dagger, feeling her aura turn ice cold. Suddenly, the teen's stomach started to rumbled. "Great, I might need to hunt again. Maybe there's some berries nearby", she mumbles. Snow then put her backpack in a safe along in her cave and set of to look for either berries or meat, holding her dagger for protection.

As the sun began to set Andrew finished added some extra wood for the fire and sat down, he knew not to let his guard down because even out in these woods close to the silver blade knight castle werewolfs could still prowl around or possibly a vampire, so Andrew just looked around while he sat close to the campfire.

Luckily for the Werewolf teen. There are plenty of berries around, meaning that she didn't need to kill any animals. She returned to her cave and ate, in her Wolf form to stay warm; thanks to her thick Arctic fur. She looked at the special seeds again, her only hope of saving her only family left... Her little brother. "I will save you, Keme. Since Mother and Father are no longer around, I will take responsibility for you... But the Clan?" She mumbled, then stumbling herself to her own questions. Who will take over the Clan? Has someone already taken over? What if the Silver-Blade Knights attacked the Clan if they have no ruler/leader to give orders and protect? Most importantly though was that, did Snow want to take over the Clan?

Snow wasn't the type of person to lead a group of people. She is more of a lone wolf, than a wolf in a pack. Free to do what she wanted... Alone. Snow then decided to rest for the night, and think about this later. She had a lot to do in the morning.

Andrew layed down in his makeshift tent and began to fall asleep and made sure to keep his ears open for anything that may be sneaking in the middle of the night. Andrew wondered what may happen in the future but for now his mind is set on sleeping.

In the morning, Snow awoke as the sun raised up into the sky. She first stretched after waking up, next did some morning training; till finally her work with growing the Ice Lilies starts. The white haired young woman reached into her bag and took out the seeds. She counted how many that she got, reaching at least Eight seeds. "Hopefully, this will be enough to grow a whole patch", she spoke to no one in particular. With her dagger, Snow tore open a grass patch, creating a match of soil. Ice Lilies needed to grow in cold soil patches, which was why Snow left back to the forest. She sowed all the seeds in the right places and used her ice powers to cover the patch with snow.

Happy with what she done so far. She decided to take a swim up the river. The Werewolf changed into spare dark clothing that she used to swim with, attached her dagger to sheath on her right thigh then started swimming up the river. She always held her dagger wit her at all times, especially since she could sense a few Werewolves and Vampires around. Sometimes even other nonhuman creatures.

As the morning sun rose Andrew sat up and stretched then got up, Andrew wondered what to do today, he planned on staying 3 days in the wild, so he decided to practice some survival skills and began to carve a wooden spear out of some leftover wood that had not been used for firewood and began to head to a river he saw on the way to catch some fish.

About an hour later, Snow decided to stop swimming for a while to realise that she had swam a bit too far from her cave. However, she was sure that no one would even find her bag or even the soil patch since the spot was already in a snowy area. Ironically though, the sun was blazing warm which relaxed the young teen. She then laid next to the river to take a small nap, still having her dagger in its sheath. Her instincts told her that she's safe, but her survival instinct thought twice about her identity. So thanks her self training, she napped in her human form with a secret ice trap around her case unwanted visitors snuck up on her.