Chapter 40 Attacked by Rogues
Time stilled for a moment as I turned. My heart skipped a beat when I saw an injured rabbit lying right at the edge of the forest. I furrowed my brows in confusion, because there was no one except the rabbit.
I chuckled, thinking it must be Malfoy. "Malfoy, is that you?"
Still, there was no response. "Is this supposed to be some kind of game or what?"
Yet the pit-pat of the rain and the chirping of insects were the answers I got in the cold, silent night. I rubbed my arms, as I moved slowly towards the rabbit. "It must be that naughty kid, considering how much he knew I love rabbit meat," the memories of him promising to hunt more rabbit meat for me in the future made my tensed body relax a bit.
Getting to where the rabbit was, I squatted down, adjusting my cloak to protect my neck against the cold.
I poked at the rabbit that was lying on the ground, injured, which was a few breaths away from death. "As much as tasty as you are when garnished, I can’t help but feel sorry for you," I muttered.
My hands caressed its wet fur, then my eyes caught the four distinct holes on its belly, suddenly i felt shivers running down my spine again, I stood up hastily, scanning my environment again. I sighed in relief when I noticed there was no one.
However, the bite marks, they look too big for a pup like Malfoy. Or is that how werewolves’ bites look like? No matter the age or size?
Before I could continue with my analysis, I heard the sharp snapping of twigs. Instinctively, my head turned to the direction of the noise. "Who is there? Malfoy, come out now, this isn’t funny anymore."