Rejection on the Alpha #1

03. Black Death

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CHAPTER 3: Black Death

He slammed his head against the metal again.

BANG!

He broke through the metal with a slice that ran down his snout and metallic blood fiddled into scented air. I widened my stance as he breathed heavily. He swished his tail and leaned down low as he growled aggressively, barring his teeth at me. He lengthened his claws. My lips curled, and the skin along my snout wrinkled as I measured his growl with one of my own and took a swipe at him, essentially telling him to 'back the hell off.'

Martin was a beast the size of a bear, with lycanthrope features running through him. It's why he was bigger in every way. He licked his chops, staring at me with predator's eyes when he broke the surface of the platform with razor-sharp claws, ones that could rip into full-grown pine trees by the mere size. So, the rumours about this Alpha being a descendent of some distant lycanthrope race had substantial evidence behind the claim.

The pure definition of a lycanthrope was that they were larger than any normal werewolf, larger than any Alpha for that matter, but that their particular taste under the moon goddess was to rebel against her in ways where they were once royals able to walk in realms where she could not.

She was a spirit, like a metaphorical ancient being that lived more than just in the form of a woman in a white silk dress with a halo on her head and her habitat being the moon, her powers revolving around it and the creatures of the night. Lycanthropes were rare, unusual, they don't follow the rules of our race the same way we do.

I spun in my form, having managed to outmanoeuvre him out of the front hole he'd created when he threw himself through the metal to place his claim on my transformation. I heard his battle cry behind me. I felt the claws he stabbed through the snow as he dashed after me.

The reverberated sound of a thud against my skull was my heartbeat. It pounded against me like nuclear bombs in a warzone. I pumped every muscle to its limits, my paws against the snow.

I leaped over a large pile of it, thrown sideways by a heavy pile of large momentum. I howled at his suddenness when our skin connects and the pain in my abdomen increased, screaming for something I wasn't ready for as he slides us against an icy lake.

I snapped my wolf head up, lounging knife-like claws at his snout that had just recently healed. I threw him off me when he dug his paw into my stomach and tried stuffing his wolf head in the same direction. We rolled aggressively along the frozen lake. I bent my ears back and clamped my jaw down, my teeth sunk into the fur and skin of his front leg.

I savoured in the howling roar that left his lips. I kicked him with my back legs as I ripped into the muscle of his upper thigh. His growl was deafening as I watched him slide further down towards a rock. Down a large field of trees where lit-up torches are located.

I watched the large, midnight sky Alpha male roar and roll to a crunching stop. I slowly lifted myself up on my hind legs. The ice-cold conditions numbing pain in my lower limbs as I stared down at a struggling Alpha that kept trying to get back up to me, growling when he continued to slide down.

I gave his wolf a flat look and snorted.

He heard it too and froze before he flew through the air. In a powerful leap that had me dashing quickly towards the heavier part of the tree line, a place in which he should struggle to get through, yet his shadow flows through the trees to get to me. I panted heavily the further I ran. I dashed towards a dark tunnel. Hearing his demeaning roar behind me was a warning not to go in, but I did anyway.

I ran faster than the wind through a matter of instincts when I felt the claws of his own paws in the wet soil. I pumped my legs faster, my black fur probably distinctive in this tunnel. He felt like he was only a breath behind me when I leaped over and heard his excruciating howl behind me. I tumbled through the air. I watched him scrap the edges of where I leaped as he howled and growled louder, lifting his large midnight-furred head to the dark sky. My heart raced. My blood thinned.