Unleash

Chapter Seven

I stalked through the forest on all fours. My snout was to the ground, sniffing, hunting. A twig snapping echoed across the trees and the brush to my right. I proceeded, crouched low inches between me and the ground. My wolf was on the hunt. Her anger had not been taken out for some time and with all the events going on who was I to deny her something simple like a hunt?

The forest looks different when you were slightly lower to the ground. It's darker, more sinister. The tall ferns enclose over your head like a blanket and the chill of the earth seeps into your paws. After the event with my dad I immediately fled to the forest, not stopping to undress. My clothing ripped, but I disregarded it.

Shifting is different than movies often portray it. I could keep it simple and say it hurts like hell, or I could say your teeth elongate, thick strands of hair force themselves through your pores, and all your bones break and reform into a design that isn't suppose to be possible for a human to do...but I'll just keep it simple.

I crept into a clearing, a single buck stood in the middle of the tall grass. He was large and tan with powerful legs and hooves. One of his antlers was gone which caused his head to tilt down on the right from the uneven weight. He grazed.

Circling him, I crouched low. The grass tickled my stomach but I ignored it, eyes latched to the buck, to my target. My muscles clenched, ready for the chase, for the kill. My gums ached with anticipation as I tested my weight on my paws. Three...two...

I pounced, sharp claws raking down his side. A started cry ripped out of him. I shook my head sharply. This was the part I had a particular distaste for, so I let my wolf take over completely. Her claws dug into his side, deep into the muscle. She held on and used her back legs to further tear up the buck.

The buck gained composer and ran, she tumbled off. The chase began. My wolf quickly sprung up and bolted, muscles twisting and contracting in the twilight. They ran through the trees, ripping up the underbrush. A river appeared in her line of sight, the buck hesitated. It was a mistake. 

She yipped, tail swishing and lunged, taking out his hind legs. One back leg snapped with a sickening crunch. I winced but was buried under the animal side. We tumbled into a heap, my wolf quickly righting herself and going for the bucks neck. She bit, ripping into the steaming flesh.

Blood oozed, gushing. This did not bother her because this was normal for wolves. The hunt was a natural part of wolf society. Thousands of years ago, before grocery stores, this is how werewolves ate. Now we were more civilized but our animalistic side still craved this ancient practice. I preferred my meat saran wrapped at the local grocery. 

After eating most of the tender meat from the belly, she sat up panting. Her stomach full. I took control again and went around to the surrounding trees. I rubbed my caramel colored coat on them, marking that I was in the area so no one would interrupt me. Sap stuck to my thick fur, matting it down. My thoughts went to The Human.

Could I stay away? I wasn't sure anymore. In the month since I've met him not a lot has happened, but recently thing's changed; after the apology...and today after the fight. I laid down in the grass and settled my head on my paws.

Gamma is important to me, without this position I am nothing. I have no talents. I hadn't been paying attention in school so my grades were slipping fast. I had no technical skills, no acting skills, and I'm not pretty enough to be a brainless model and rake in the money. I didn't even have basic life skills. The only thing I could do was train and fight and lead. Maybe I could be a personal trainer?

If I do accept The Human as a mate, and he accepts me, then what? I would be a disgrace to the pack. No one would ever look at me the same. I would be a freak; an anomaly. A wolf of high rank with a human mate, it was comical.