Only Time Could Tell (Even If We Are Different)

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Miles kept running as he tried desperately to lose his pursuers. He had done everything to throw them off his back but hadn't been successful since they were also Werewolves.

He cursed himself for not listening to his inner mind. For three years now since he became a rogue, he had always told himself to avoid packs and their lands.

Werewolves were very possessive creatures, and they often showed it in the way they marked their territory when it came to their lands and mates.

He was beginning to get tired as he was running in his human body. He could hear the wolves running after him as they howled in anger.

They were obviously pissed off and wanted to end him once and for all. He jumped in the air and shifted into his wolf while he was in the air.

His wolf took a second to stabilize before he dashed under some bushes where he intended to hide and his pursuers gave up. He patiently stood there among the bushes and watched as his pursuers came into sight.

Five large wolves. There are two black wolves and three brown ones. One of the black wolves was bigger than the other one and was the biggest. It was either the Alpha or his son.

His wolf was far bigger than all of them, but he would rather not fight them. He didn't want to kill any wolf while he was wandering.

He tried to mask his scent and was successful as he watched all the wolves shift except the biggest one who was now sniffing the air.

“Oh no, we lost him. You should have snapped his head earlier when you saw him instead of alerting us.” One of them said in anger as he turned to look at another person in the group.

“My concern now is that there's no way we would be able to get the money. We can only get it if we kill him.” Another complained bitterly.

He watched keenly as they turned around and began to head back the way they had come. From their conversation, he could note that they were also rogues like him, but they had a mission: to kill him.

He shook his head sadly as he crept out of his hiding place and continued on his way. He could see that his father's mare hadn't given up.

She wants to eliminate him, certainly possible. He had evaded up to ten different attempts by her in her desire to kill him.

He suddenly became overcome with rage and howled loudly in the air. He intended to call them back and make them have a taste of the rage boiling in him.

He hadn't attacked them earlier because he had thought they were from a pack, but now, he wouldn't care any less since their aim was to kill him.

His attackers, who hadn't gone far from him, heard his howl and all of them stopped to look at each other. In the few seconds, it took them to make their decision and turn around, all of them had shifted into their wolves.

The pounding of hooves could be heard loudly in the quiet jungle. Miles stood out of the way close to the path as he waited for them to bypass him.

The rage burning in his veins was too hot to handle. He grabbed the first brown wolf that was running past him where he had hidden.

He grabbed it by the neck and dragged it through the forest floor. When he was a considerable distance away, he sank his teeth into its neck and snapped it into two.

The others in his group who had seen their colleague dragged away were beginning to follow the blood scent they smelled. They got to the blood spot and met their dead colleague.

Anger surged through them, and they spread out while attempting to look for Miles. He stood a little away from the place he had killed the first wolf.