My Maker ~ My Tangled Tales

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I argued when Bret said we were going on a hunting trip and yes, it is the bad kind of hunting trip. It’s been a week since I saw Ryder. I never went to meet him that night and I haven’t been anywhere near that area since then. It wasn’t that I was afraid I would be caged for life. It’s because I was worried he would find out who I really was.

“And who are you Katherina?”

“Bret seriously, I have a bad feeling this time can’t we just skip it this once? We almost got caught last night if it wasn’t for my nose that pack would have got us and you know it.”

“Since when are you afraid? Did that pack scare you?” he taunted.

“Of course not Bret, and I’m not scare, I never am.” Not for me anyways. I knew we could take out a pack I just didn’t want to come across Ryder. I wouldn’t know what to do if one of my pack went after him.

“Then shut up and let’s go.” He snapped before he turned and walked towards the woods.

I shook my head but obeyed my maker and followed him out into the woods where we changed and took our spots. Taking off in the direction I wanted to avoid. I knew my scent was gone but was Ryder gone?

“Their coming in fast not even two minutes.” I told the guys in my head.

“Good.” Bret said back. We stood there in our wolf form waiting for whatever was coming towards us. Bret, like always, never told us a thing about our hunting trips so I was surprised to see a huge pack of wolves coming at us. Not even giving us a thought, they charged and they came for the kill. My wolf took over and my instincts kicked in. As our snouts pulled back into our devil looks Bret let out a nasty snarl and charged taking down the first three wolves he came across. 

The rest of us growled and charged. Going after the wolves that we saw first, easily taking them down one by one.  After our years of killing we found it easiest to bit and rip the center of the throat out for a quick and easy kill. I had a pile of wolves dead around me. I just finished the two when a massive wolf that had deep brown fur charged me and knocked me over to the ground. With one hard kick I sent him a few feet from me. He was strong and he was powerful. He was already jumping on me before I got the chance to get up. His huge paws were pinning me to the ground pressing all of his weight to keep me down. His teeth pulled back he let out one loud growl then came centimeters from my face and that’s when I saw it.

Those eyes, those dreamy green eyes and now I recognized the scent; rainy and sweet, that fire burning feeling running through my veins. Just as I recognized him, he recognized me and his head went back a little but not far enough because Max growled and attacked Ryder, pushing him off of me and before Max could bit his throat I let out a small whimper for only Max and Ryder’s ears. Max stopped only inches from Ryder’s throat and cocked his head towards me and hesitantly got off of Ryder, who slowly back away and howled at his pack, who retreated the way they came.

Max didn’t look at me as we ran back to our home and the whole time I thought I was going to be sick. I just killed at least ten of Ryder’s pack members, and the thought of losing Max or the others made me want to cry. Now Ryder won’t want anything to do with me, hell he’ll most likely kill me now.