Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 26 | Warlock Stained

Chapter 26

" I live today, and I'll live tomorrow

What's done today

Is what I'll follow "

My teeth sunk in, and bloody juices squirt violently to the back of my throat. Four cougar-sized paws give leverage as I haul the carcass upward and soon the chunk of meat was torn. The fur was thick, and the body was chunky, but I salvaged every piece till nothing but bone was left from the overgrown hare.

"Damn. You're just like your father."

After licking my jaws my body casually rotates around. I was large enough to meet eye-contact to his chest.

I was growing: immensely.

"Thick outer skin, no fur, haunting yellow eyes, thick paws and rounded claws, tall..." He trailed off, but in my ecstasy I wasn't listening to him. The words were nothing more of great interest as my eyes dragged along his frame: sizing him up.

I hunched low, my shoulders arched behind my back and my hind legs bent to pounce. My uncle's eyes reverted for a second, flashing to realization. But he didn't run as I expected, instead, he charged.

My body thrust itself to the side, my legs kicking up dirt, and reverted back around so my body would make contact with his. He kicked backwards, my shoulder missing him by a millimeter. "Damn dog, turn back for God's sake. I'll feed you something other than me."

"Dad!" Natalie's scream whines it's way to us from the back of the house, her body stopping at the edge of the porch steps. Her eyes were enraged and her mouth agape.

I froze, my muscles flexing to pull my weight up.

"Natalie, get back in the house, now!" My uncle slides into my view of Natalie, and my body snarls in response: I wanted to see the fear in her face. I wanted to see her squirm under my weight as I bare my over-sized teeth at her.

"If you attack, Eris, I'll be sure you're dead by nightfall." Something was off, his stare was inviting, as if he wanted me to attack Natalie.

I taunt him, taking my front right paw and nudging the twig from my path. It rolled down to my uncle, spiraling through tough green grass. I begin to follow the twig, my eyes never leaving my uncles.

The wind sent rough and ragged breaths down my shoulders and through my spine. My mind swallowed in every little thing that passed by, recording the motions of my muscles and memorizing my movements. My back feet curl forward, slapping the back of my front legs, and lift the rest of my body from the earth. Teeth sunk into denim, and screams bellowed about.

If I have learned anything from killing Joe, it was that I had the power of life and death. I can control the lives of others. What a better place than to start with the person who tried to change that very fact of me.

I wasn't watching his face, but my tongue could feel his desperate heartbeats. My teeth gripped onto his stomach, blood pulling in and out through the gap in his side. His arms and legs thrashed around, desperate for freedom. When I finished sucking on his wounds my nose swung around and took in a long, demeaning, breath.

My uncles chest was heaving; his eyes wide with fear and grief, "Natalie." he whispers.

I snarl, looking up through my brows.

I smile.

"No." My uncle gags, blood oozes from his lips, "Don't hurt her."

Natalie is frozen at her back porch, her fears seeping through to her heart. She cares for her father, and her father to her. But something told me I would take satisfaction in snapping the girl's neck where she stood.

But I like a little chase.

I leave my uncle lying on the ground, to stain the dirt red with blood to prowl on Natalie.

"No!" He turns his attention to his daughter, trying to get her ears to listen in on his small, croaking, voice. "Natalie, run!"

But it was too late because my mind tossed him aside and was focused on the girl in the baby pink pajamas.