Short Stories

Adrenaline Run

I'm running through the woods. Some strange large scary looking creature is chasing me. I know it's large. My family has been hunting it for years. My family are hunters, and what we hunt, we hunt to kill, to protect humans. I can hear its breathing. It's getting closer. I push my legs to go faster, but of cause, the cliche happens and i trip over a log. The beast bites down onto my leg and takes off. The beast knows i will either die or live and be hunted down by my family if i don't kill myself before the next full moon. I run after the beast, now my alpha and turn my feelings off, my emotions off. I don't want to die. So i'm going to live as a beast. As a werewolf with my alpha. The hunter has become the hunted.