Warning - this chapter contains some graphic content
The rain fell much harder than normal. To some, it was only a bad storm. To others, they knew something terrible had happened in the forest. Lightning streaked the October sky, sending loud thunderclaps that shook the trees. The sounds of thunder and wind echoed into a small cavern, where a doe lay on the freezing stone floor, shivering and breathing heavily. Her body ached and she was already becoming dizzy. A small pool of blood was collecting under her belly. She glanced at it and turned away, sobbing silently.
Just a half an hour earlier, Brooke had gone out into the forest. Her mate was nowhere to be found, and she was becoming increasingly hungry. She went deeper and found a spot to graze. Noticing the dark clouds above, she hurriedly ate what she could of the edible foliage and started to go on her way when she heard a sound - a twig crack. Alarmed, she turned toward the sound. She did not locate anything, as a light drizzle began to fall. Turning back to her den, she took a few steps before hearing the sound again. She turned again, but this time was shocked to see a man standing there, rifle pointed right at her. Gasping, she ran, her hootbeats echoing through the trees. The rain picked up a little, and the ground became increasingly muddy. She darted as fast as she could, her heart racing. She lost her footing slightly and stumbled, though catching herself for a moment. She turned to look back....
POW!!
The bullet went through her body, dead in the center of her. She cringed and cried out, and falling foward to one knee, she gritted her teeth. "No...not like this...", she said to herself, and getting back on her feet, she raced out of the area. The rain was pouring now, and visibility was low, both for her and the man who shot her.