Broken Beauty

Lurking

Yay chapter 3. Above is our beast... Just not all colorful.. Just imagine that with black fur and red eyes.

Night had fallen. John Stilinski let his eyes run across the dense forest. His horse let out a soft winny and came to a stop. John gave a gentle kick and the horse began to move again.

Soft rustling was echoing throughout the forest but John ignored it. His mind was thinking more about just getting to the festival. His goal was to get at least one buck and a couple of turkeys and perhaps a Fox pelt. Stiles didn't agree with the killing of animals but he loved the soft fur of the pelt.

John was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard faint growling nearby. He looked around and haulted his horse.

"Hello?" His voice cracked with the cold wind that blew against his cheeks "Who's there!?" he demanded.

The silence carried on. The forest wa not as pleasent as it had been before, every thing was instead an eerie silence. There was no sound at all other than the syncopated breathing of John and his horse.

After another moment of silence John caught sight of a pair of yellow eyes. He swallowed. Deep growling came from the left of him. He began to panic as glowing eyes began to surround him. He grabbed the reigns and flicked them harshly.

"He-ya!" he grunted and the black horse pushed off. The two were weaving in between trees and brush.

John chanced a glance back. The creatures were gaining on them.

"Come on! He-ya" he whipped harder this time, the horse nayyed and speed off. A small creek was coming up. They just had to get over it. John kicked again and the horse picked up speed.

There was deafining howls sounding behind them. The creek came into view and John quickly realised it was no creek, no it was a cliff. He reared his horse. It gave a distressed windy and took off down the along the trail beside the drop off. The howling was closer.

John checked behind him and sighed in relief when he saw nothing. He turned back around juts in time to be thrown forward from his horse. The horse reared up again and backed away.

John swallowed deeply when he felt warm breath fanning his neck. John squeezed his eyes shut. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay-

The creature roared in his ear. John scampered away only to be tackled down and pinned to the forest floor. Sharp rocks digging into his spine.

The wolf growled viciously in his face. Saliva dripping from it's froffy jawls. John felt the sticky liquid splash onto his cheek and slide down to his ear.

He swallowed again and was about to give up. A memory of Stiles flashed behind his closing eyelids. Stiles needs him. He fought off the image of his little boy living in the streets alone. Malnurished. Weak. John felt his eyes well with tears. He let a fierce growl rip from his throat as he stabbed his fist into the wolf's side. He wiggled free and bolted in the opposite direction. He stumbled a few times.

The howls of the wolves rang in his ears. He took a sharp turn and almost tripped but caught himself before he could hit the floor.

The pounding of the wolves paws on the leaves echoed in the silent darkness of the forest.

John felt a burning in his legs and chest but he pushed on. Stiles. Stiles was the only thing on his mind. Survive for Stiles.

He chanced a glance back. They were almost on him. When he turned forward he could see the dim flicker of a lantern. His muscles ached but he kept on. Please please let me survive this. Please. Please.