My Little Secret

Hunting.

The woods was quiet, it wasn't the kind of quiet that would drive you mad and cause you to kill yourself, it was the kind of quiet that made you feel at peace.

I looked up at the trees, they looked as if they never ended, reaching up to the sky like large arms shading everything that was underneath, protecting it from the harsh forces of nature. The outside world was a beautiful one, its just a pity we hardly ever notice it.

I was walking, feeling the dried leaves and twigs snap under my weight when i heard something a few meters ahead of me, i hid by a near by bush and tried my senses.

I closed my eyes focusing on my sense of smell.

I felt the scent drift up my nose like a warm breeze.

Deer.

"My favorite" I smirked to myself.

I quickly stripped my clothes and hid them under the roots of a near by tree.

"I, have ripped enough of my fucking clothes thank you very much." I whispered under my breath.

I quickly shifted feeling every bone in my body move and shape as my canines and claws extended and long black fur started to grow out of my skin.

I was standing at about 8 feet tall, my wolf was beautiful. Long thick black fur that shimmered in the moonlight like glass, long black claws that could easily rip the average human clean in half, a long black tail with a platinum silver tip and silver eyes.

Ugh its so good to be back.

A deep animal like chuckle broke out from my throat.

*Kamali you always seem to put a smile on my face.*

If you are wonder who Kamali is he is my wolf.

I know it is strange for a female to have a male wolf but i wouldn't have it any other way.

Kamali is the reason i am able to shift, he taught me how to control it to, how to use my powers to the best of my ability. He taught me everything i know. The best part is, he's a male, so he isn't going to let me slack off one bit what so ever. Kamali trains me like a warrior and to survive in my world, that's what you need to be.

Every wolf when they are born are given a lupum; a wolf spirit by the Moon Goddess. The wolf she gives you determines who your mate will be. Your wolves will be mates, and you and the other 'human' will be mates.

Kamali is mostly in my head, this i where the mind link comes in; the mind link is something wolves use to communicate through in their heads, but it can only be done if you are in the same pack or they are your mate. I say mostly because she is sometimes strong enough to take control of me while in wolf form, this is why it is so dangerous for me to get to angry. Wolves hold a vicious name, and they have very good reason to call us that, not all wolves are friendly or keep to themselves.

I heard a twig snap bringing me back into concentration and i quietly pushed my nose through the bush just enough so i could see him but he couldn't see me.

He was standing tall now, nose in the air looking around for any danger.

400 pounds of pure juicy meat that i couldn't wait to sink my sharp teeth into, easy kill.

I felt my eyes turn to black as my vision narrowed on the stag.

I take one last reassuring breath as my vision turns red.

"Kill..." The word fell from my lips but they were no longer mine.

Kamali has taken control and there is no going back until blood is shed.

Kamali let out a large thundering growl before lunging forward with the force that could stop a train.

There was no time for the stag to react, as if Kamali had moved at the speed of lightning.

There was a loud animal cry filled with pain as I had dug my teeth deep within the stags neck, i felt the warm blood trickle down my chin and onto the forest floor, i felt the bloodied fur brush against my tongue and air flowing through its throat for the last time. The colour drained from its eyes like a light switch and its body went limp, almost cold to the touch even though it had only been 10 seconds.

*that was fun*

hahaha it always is

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I dragged its body to the front of my house.

It was hard to believe that only moments ago it was a living, breathing animal, that it had blood pumping through its veins, now it's my feast to devour, and its blood is running down my face.

Kill, or be killed. That was the kind of world i lived in, it was simple, no exceptions.

I put the stag on a large hook that hung from the roof of my small porch and slid a bucket under it. I squatted down next to it and realized i had left my weapons belt at home.

"why am i always doing that?" I grunted and stood back up.

I left the stag outside and walked down the hall and into my room, i opened my box and opened the small compartment that was hidden under the the lid.

The compartment opened up with a click revealing my belt and some other weapons i had collected from pack houses, dead rouges and sometimes live ones, but don't worry they aren't going to need them, after all they are dead now anyway. Rouges are wolves that are either not in your pack and in your territory or a wolf that doesn't have a pack at all.

My belt held my favorite weapons, they didn't weigh me down, to much anyway, we tend to carry a lot of weight, and its possible for us to put more weight on ourselves, i do because of training, helps me stay strong.

My weapons were; three blades, fully black stainless steel with two deep finger groves, one 12.5 inch one 11 and one 10, two matching 10mm silver hand guns that were carved with demonic ruins so vampires can't even touch them, a black M4 rifle that i strapped to my back and a silver serrated army knife with a wooden handle so i didn't burn myself, i had to be careful with it but it never seemed to bother me to much, i kept it in my boot for emergencies or when someones pissed me off.

I hardly ever used my weapons, i change into a giant man eating wolf, i mean come on.

I slid my belt out and wrap it around my waist feeling its weight against my hips and the leather brush against my skin. I left my rifle in the box, it would just annoy me and i didn't need it.

Then i remembered the clothes i had left under the roots of that tree.

wow you only just noticed you are completely naked

"Dammit, that was my favorite jacket and my knife, shit. I better go back for it" i sighed.

While i was inside i might as well clean myself up, my face was covered in dried blood and small pieces of muscle from when i was dragging it home and I accidentally ripped a chunk out of its neck, oops?

I went to the bathroom and ran some cold water, i cupped my hands as splashed it against my face.

I didn't notice how hot i actually was till i felt the cool water hit my skin and steam came off my face.

Fucking wolves and their dam 80°c body temperatures, at least we never get cold.

After getting all the blood off of my face i jogged back into the woods to grab my clothes.

It didn't take long for me to find the tree and my clothes, after all a dead animal leaves a pretty distinct smell. I quickly chucked on my clothes on and started walking back to the house when i noticed something off about the air.

What the hell is that... I lifted my head high and took in a deep breath with my eyes closed and tried to concentrate.

I snapped my eyes open, they were fully black.

"Rouge...." i growled.