Being Different (editing)

Chapter 19 | "I'm Sorry,"

The growls rumbled through the air as if it was one with it.

All my senses seemed to shut down at that moment.

I'm not sure why but my body just refused to listen to my mind. My body was aching to move just that overwhelming feeling to run away from the danger. But my mind was drawn to a blank and nothing seemed to process through it properly.

My breathing raced and it felt as if my head was going to break in two, one thought filled my mind.

Blood.

I stumbled to the ground on my knees as the smell flowed through my nostrils and the awful stench pounded in my mind. It was as if I was having an unbearable migraine (and if anyone's had one before you'll know what it's like). I gripped my hair and pushed my ears down hoping to get rid of the constant pounding and ringing. Yet it never seemed to stop.

I stared down at the grass the whole thing looking like a big mush of brown and green.

I could smell it all around me as the open field stared me in the face. I couldn't see anything or anyone that could lead to the result of all this stench of blood as it coursed through my veins and the thirsty hunger for it grew till it was practically unbearable.

I held my throat my body suddenly going into a coughing fit as if no air could make its way into my lungs, with one hand on the ground as it kept me propped up so I didn't fall into the mud and grass.

My ears twitched and I suddenly sensed someone very close as if they stood in front of my shaking form.

Slowly glancing up I saw the figure of a blonde wolf. But blonde wasn't the only colour spotted on his fur.

Along his muzzle, across his face, over his chest and pounded into his paws was the awful dark red colour of fresh blood dripping down his blonde fur.

I leapt forward my mind in a blood thirsty craze as I latched my fangs through his fur and into his throat.

The wolf was shocked by my actions and stumbled back shaking his head left and right using his paws and attempting to claw me off. But I held on so strongly that as he shook me about I barley even moved from my original place latched onto his throat. His blood was ripe yet blunt at the same time an odd taste compared to my first feast of blood back at...his...old pack house.

The thought made the once delicious blood turn sour and I unlatched myself fast my brain not being able to handle the thoughts of our past actions.

The wolf whimpered as his once powerful demeanour lost in seconds due to the fact that I had practically drained at least fifty percent of the blood out of his body.

Only when my mind returned to me from its dazed state did I see that this wolf was actually.

A female.

The mark on her neck signalling that she was indeed marked by her mate and had a man looking out for her, the thought made me tense.

All I really knew about mates was how they were destined to be with each other and after the male had marked the female that they were inseparable.

Which most likely meant her mate either was nearby or was with her the whole time.

My questions were answered once a brown wolf ran through the tree line of the forest making a straight b-line for his mates shaking form.

As he drew closer his gaze flickered up to me and how I lay next to his mate with most likely blood staining my face and chest. He slowly drew closer growling all the while signalling for me to back off, which I slowly did crawling on all fours backwards so he didn't see me as a threat. My ears were flat against my head my tail in between my legs, I was truly a coward in this moment.