"When I looked back Taliea was gone. And before I could go after her, Derik came in the front door, we left for our hind out in the woods. We where there no more then 45 min when the screaming started. Before I knew it we where running through the woods to the house." Hunter says moving one hand to her check, remembering the branches stinging her face.
Her hand in Derik's they make their way through the woods and up to the clearing where the front yard turns into woods. Derik was about to move in when Hunter stops him, pulling him back she thinks to herself, This is what she meant. "Run." Hunter says turning to face a confused Derik. "Derik, run!" she hisses out through clenched teeth, she rases her arm and points into the woods. "Don't look at me. Run!" he takes off. And Hunter sneaks around the back of the house, she then cracked open the door and slips in, to hide behind the island in the kitchen.
"I waited. I heard people in the house but I didn't know their scents." It was like she was there all over again, slipping her shoes off. She didn't move tell she heard Derik out front calling for his mother. Those in the house started to move for him.
Heavy combat boots moved across the wooden floors. Derik! She jumps to her now naked feet and moves through the house with quit ease. One man in the hallway, she sneaks up behind him and raps her forearm around him neck, locking her fingers in the crock of her other arm. And squeezes tell me passes out, and then lays the body down.
Taliea knew what she was doing when she chose Hunter to look after Derik. And jest like Taliea, Hunter knew what she was doing, going through the house. Room by room taking out, two, three, four, five men. As much as it would make things easier to jest kill them. She knows Derik would never look at her the same if she did.
"Okay," she says taking a breath, "house is clear." she whispers to herself coming down stairs, smelling the air. To many smells, she opens the front door and steps out onto the front porch. Only to see a red dote on her chest. I jest can't get a brake.
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A Wolves Cry
WerewolfLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
