So here are a few short scenes from various view points of different scenes both seen and not seen in the movie.

Disclaimer: I do not own beauty and the beast (although I absolutely love this story)

The Wolves

Beast's POV

What had I done? How could I? I'd let myself throw a childish tantrum all because the girl had been looking at the rose. No, not just a girl. Belle. My Belle. I knew already that she was special to me. That I cared about her. I'd never cared about anyone other than myself yet she mattered very much to me.

And I'd almost hurt her. How was I to know I hadn't? She'd fled so fast I couldn't even tell if I'd hit her or clawed her in my madness.

I'd been ablaze with fury that she might have ruined the rose that governed my fate. But I realize she wouldn't have destroyed the rose. Belle was gentle and kind hearted. She hadn't intended to be a threat, she was just curios.

And now she was gone.

All because of my stupidity, because of my temper.

I sank on my haunches in remorse and self pity. No only had I doomed myself but all the occupants of my castle as well. Now I understood what it meant to be truly selfish and I realized how selfish I had been throughout all these years. I'd never cared about the servants or my care takers. They'd never mattered. And now I'd stripped away their only hope.

I truly was a beast.

The wolves howled outside my balcony, their calls were lifted to me on the back of the chilly winter wind. They were hunting and enjoying themselves.

Suddenly, the monster in me, the animal reacted, jolted. I felt the need to go. I had to run. I had to be somewhere, and all I could think was that I needed to be with Belle. Her loss had even affected my animal.

Wait. Animal. The wolves! Belle was out there! Belle was in danger! I leapt from my place on the balcony and simply took off over the roof. I dropped to the ground and sprinted full force into the forest.

I had to embrace the animal, I needed the beasts help. It killed me inside. I was a prince not a beast. But Belle needed the beast and I was willing to do anything for Belle. I inhaled, trying to pick up her scent. There! Her horse, what was his name? It mattered little.

I took off again paying careful attention not to stray from the scent. It led me to a lake. The ice was broken in the middle. What if Belle fell through! No, the break led all the way to the shore and I could see the hoof and paw prints in the snow. Keeping towards the thicker edges I raced across the ice.

Then I heard them, up ahead I could hear the growling and snarling of the wolves, the scared whinnies the horse, and the frightened gasps of Belle. Do not worry, I am coming I thought.

I broke through the tree line and I wanted to both weep and snarl at the scene before me. The reigns of Belle's horse were wrapped around a high branch and she was desperately trying to defend to trapped animal. She had such a brave soul.

Then, one of the wolves was on her, grabbing her cloak. I roared and pulled him off of her. How dare they attack her!

I positioned myself over her protectively. Even now the warmth of her small body penetrated my hide and found my heart.

It had been I who forced her to flee and thus I who caused her to be in danger. But things were changing within me. In the mere moments from my bedroom until now I have changed from a menace to her protector.

I kept her under me so I could shield her from all directions and then they attacked. Once again I was lost in a seemingly mindless rage, this time because these creatures had threatened my Belle. They would pay for such a mistake. She would not be harmed!

They ripped into my flesh but I hardly felt their teeth. They slashed at my fur but I hardly felt the wounds. All that mattered was removing the danger to Belle.

Finally, I took down another wolf and the rest leapt off in fear. I turned slowly as the exhaustion of the fight finally dawned on me. I was panting with the effort of defending off multiple wolves and now the pain began to take over.

But not before I saw Belle. I forced my eyes to focus on her and only when I found that she blessedly had not been hurt did I let the blackness consume me.

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