Instinct of the Wild

soaked

please don't hate me.

The slaughtering seemed to go on forever; bodies— both in human skin and in wolf— littered the ground like fallen leaves. The blood-lusting pack that clung to the borders of the fence had crazed looks on their faces, along with their fur or clothing doused in blood. Some even turned on each other; snapping and lashing when one got too close to another. They were crazed— more feral than the mundane wolves they so loathed.

Asah was whispering to herself, mumbling something systematically in a language I had never heard before. She seemed nervous and on-edge, which contrasted  so greatly to her previously unbothered character. She turned to me, and then at the beefy hand that was gripping the nape of my neck, her gaze following the arm up to what I assume was his face.

"Naveen, this is getting out of hand." She whispered feverishly.

"Out of hand?" His voice behind me startled me, " I see nothing wrong with  what is occurring." I could hear the grin in his voice and I suddenly felt sick .

" Nothing wrong!? Naveen, they're becoming mad!" She looked out over the gory scene below before turning back to my Alpha.

"You must do something before there is no one left standing! Atlas and Kean are in there, they can't fight off everyone if they end up going mad." Her hands shook like rattlesnakes against the wooden railing, and her voice betrayed how unsure and frightened she was.

"Precisely."  Asah's eyes widened to saucers, and her mouth parted in exasperation as she was about to protest.

Something warm splattered on my face, blinding me as it hit my eyes. I cried out and thrashed against Naveen's hold, my hands rubbing at my eyes as I tried to clear them.  It had gotten all over my face as well, and my hands were slick with it as I desperately tried to repair my vision. What had been sprayed at me?

I blinked open my eyes, staring at my hands.  They were covered in a soupy red liquid which had embedded itself under my fingernails as well. I tried to run it off until the the stench of it hit me.

Blood. 

I felt my body trembling like a bag of sticks; clacking together meekly. I slowly looked up, my eyes zeroing in on Asah, and the hole in the right side of her shoulder. She was still standing— I'm not sure as to how, but her eyes were lifeless, her mouth perched open as if the beginning of her sentence was stuck on her lips.  Then she teetered backwards, though she didn't fall directly to the ground as expected; she slumped against a man— one who had been crouched behind her— and he caught her, his hands grabbing onto her shoulders. My eyes locked onto his right hand, slick with coppery blood.

My eyes traveled up to his face and I was shocked to recognize who it was.

My father stood there, his face pulled back in a tight grimace. He slowly set Asah's body face-down on the porch, a pool of blood soaking the back of her dress. He looked at Naveen, nodding curtly and standing up straight.

"Good-job. I hate bitches who can't keep their mouths closed, don't you?" Naveen chuckled, his grip tightening on my neck.

I suddenly felt like vomiting, and when the contents of my stomach breached into my esophagus, I rushed forward and bent over the railing to spill the contents of my gut over the balcony. Naveen suddenly let go of me with a grunt.

"Disgusting." I felt something like a foot slam me in the back, sending me forward and crushing my ribs against the rail.

I gasped, the air forcefully launched out of my lungs and up my raw throat. I gagged and coughed, clutching the railing with one arm and cradling my damaged ribs with the other.