Klaus's Pet Prequel

24

I sit and stare out into the night. My eyes scan through the darkness and I take a deep inhale of the cool air. Yesterday it was foggy which made it a pain to hunt. I managed to snag a rabbit but it took longer than I would've liked.

I dreamt about the Tray pack again.

Well it was more of a nightmare than a dream if I'm being honest.

I was being dragged up to the cliff of the mountain by Hector's minions. Their grip made my wrists hurt and when I tried to tug away, I could've sworn I'd heard something snap. Not that it would've mattered with me being dragged to my death.

They shoved me forward, their faces impossible to see but there's no doubt their smiling. Hector's pack is full off sadistic pricks.

I can hear Hector yelling out my crimes from in front of me but his voice sounds muffled, like I'm underwater and he's yelling from the surface.

I try to focus to see if I can spot where he is but it's too blurry.

We climb up and I slip on a damp mossy rock but I'm jerked upright.

Then we reach the top and I stare out into the sky. I don't want to see how far down it'll be until I hit the ground below. I'm human. I'll never survive anyway.

I let out a scream as they shove me.

Then I woke up.

I refocus on the task at hand. Earlier I'd canvassed the area I'd be hunting in. No campers, hikers or deer hunters anywhere in the area I'm going to.

I slip out of my clothes and crouch on the ground, my bones breaking and snapping into place as my body transforms.

I take off running, my black fur camouflaging me in the night.