Supernatural Hills

Chapter One - Encounter

Chapter One - Encounter

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Sprinting through the woods with all my might, I barely manage to dodge incoming trees as one slightly grazed my bare shoulder.

Sprinting though the woods is no problem.

Sprinting through the woods late at night is hard.

Sprinting though the woods late at night with a bloodthirsty werewolf chasing you is friggin' impossible!

Okay, yeah I get that I'm taking a leisurely stroll on an Alpha's land. And I get how when he growled at me angrily he was in the right. And how I was no position to tell him to 'get the hell out my face with that because I'm not a werewolf you territorial mutt.' So with that, as you can see I pushed a couple of buttons unintentionally but what do you want me to do? Bow down to his feet and beg for forgiveness? No. Let's get one thing straight, no matter what position I'm in, I bow to no one.

And this was as much monologue I could get in before he lunged at me, sending me roughly to the ground, probably breaking a few bones in the process.

Oh yeah, I just remembered why you never run from an Alpha, they'll kill you.

He dug his teeth into my shoulder, and pulled away savagely ripping chunks of skin. I grit my teeth and made a weird sound in my throat; as replacement of a scream. Starting a string of profanity as I took my free hand and punched the beast in the nose, it whimpered for a split second before backing off, shock written all over his face. He jumped a few feet back and growled viciously and I got up and glared at him, but it's not as effective when one eye is covered with a hospital pad.

"What the hell man! What's your problem?!" I started yelling at him as I gripped my injured arm. He stared cautiously at me probably wondering why I'm not screaming, crying, or begging for mercy. Then a pulse of pain went through my head and knew what was about to happen. I quickly turned on my heels, ready to start running but he jumped in front of me; blocking my path. This time he was closer, there was a two foot space between us as he crouched down warningly. I rolled my eyes before feeling the pain again, and he watched closely as my pupils started to dilate and contract, my wound proceeded to close up in a matter of seconds then my eyes returned to normal.

He raised his head, allowing us to lock eyes in a deep stare competition. But seeing how we're both freaks, I think intimidation isn't going to work. I focused on his features; thick black fur that illuminated in the bright moonlight of an eerie moon crescent, bright golden irises with cat-like pupils that gleamed with challenge, but the overall size of the fur ball was huge! Honestly, just standing straight up, his muzzle met my abdomen; if I was human I'd probably be sweating bullets right now.

Putting aside his vicious features, I was about to open my mouth to speak when a loud spine rattling howl crept through the thin trees of the forest. Swinging his head up, the beast in front of me howled back, the echoing sound lasting longer than the one before it. He turned around before sparing me one last glance, as if saying 'This isn't over.' I gave a casual salute, with my index and middle finger meeting my forehead.

He's right, this isn't over. I'm totally paying him back for the number he did on my shoulder.

With what looked like a grin-if that's even possible-he was gone, disappearing into the night along with any traces.

Nothing else was exchanged that night, just a lingering promise.

I threw myself onto my bed, which was next to a night stand with an alarm clock that read 2:30, I groaned internally at the fact that I would only get two hours of sleep before Monday morning swung around and smacked me in the face. I shut my eyes and slowly drifted into a heavy sleep. It went as quick as it came, my eyes snapped open at the pulse raising screech of my alarm clock, and just when I was about to calm down, ice cold water resurrected me from the dead as I sat up with a gasp. My eyes met the unimpressed ones of my aunt and I groaned in frustration at the empty cup in her hand.