Alphas and Hunters

Alphas and Hunters: ♠ Chapter 4 ♠

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Alphas and Hunters: ♠ Chapter 4 ♠

♀ Aryl's POV ♀

The wolf was caught off guard by my sudden movement, and it immediately crouched in defence, muscular legs tensing. In seconds I jumped to straddle the back of it's tall form, gripping it's pelt. We were a blurry flash of wild blonde hair and golden fur as we wrestled one another. I tried to find the right angle and stability to use my weapon, but it shook its head fiercely from left to right, trying to throw me off it.

One swift jerk and suddenly I was flat on my back, staring blankly at the dark sky with a loud thump. My head spun at the sudden impact, yet I'd taken hits that were far worse before. I steadied myself swiftly and was about to leap forward again, when I suddenly felt something piercing and wetly warm on my ankle, the skin on my calf ripping open.

Of all the times to cut myself on a twig, I thought irritably to myself. But now was no time for me to get distracted, and I pulled my attention away from my wound and glowered at the wolf, analysing my next move and expecting him to attack at any time.

But to my surprise, the wolf had his ears flattened to the side of his head, which was cocked to the side.

Is he... concerned?

The thought was confusing, but that immediately melted into fear and defensiveness once again when he began taking cautious steps towards me.

In panic, I instinctively lunged forward towards the wolf again before it could do the same. I tackled it, and once again we were wrestling one another. In the midst of him trying to shake me off once more, I couldn't help but find myself wondering, with his clear size and muscle, why it wasn't using it's full strength with volition against me.

When I'd finally found a secure grip on top of it, my Hunter instincts kicked in and took control over my body. I raised my hand that clutched my knife, ready to sink the blade deep into its artery.

Then for the first time during the fight, my eyes locked with his, and I froze. The sound of the forest echoed into silence all around us, and the only thing I could hear was the steady, increasing thump of my heart. I couldn't explain it, but I recognised them, and I just know without a doubt that I was staring into the eyes of Devon Crest.

Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as I dropped the knife and leaped away from him, eyes never leaving his.

I was completely frozen as he slowly lowered his head, and watched as he nudged his nose against the wound on my foot, a gesture so gentle that I felt myself relax subconsciously. A soft whine escaped his throat, and my chest warmed at the concerned noise. He never once broke eye contact, their hazel depts swimming with an emotion that I couldn't quite decipher.

All thoughts left my mind, my body fighting against my blank head as I instinctively raised my hand and let it brush against his forehead. His fur was surprisingly less coarse than I expected, soft and warm beneath my touch. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. We stood there, the noises of the forest faint in the distance.

I wasn't sure if it was a couple seconds, minutes or hours, but the Hunter in me finally broke through and I ripped my hand away from him. Immediately, a strong, uncontrollable longing filled my skin in protest. But I quickly ran towards the creek, and grabbed my sneakers that were still lying there before I backed my way deeper into the forest, still cautious about his every motion. He didn't move an inch this time, but just continued to stare deep into my eyes. He lingered there, motionless where I was on top of him, about to plunge my blade into his neck, seconds ago.