Instinct of the Wild

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I was satisfied to see him recoil from the projectile; however, it slowly diminished as a sardonic grin broadly stretched his lips. He wiped most of the saliva with his paw, but his tongue darted out and flicked over the spittle that had landed on the corner of his mouth and over his lips.

I leaned back and grimaced in disgust. His grin only grew upon spotting the look on my face. He pulled away and I watched as he began to molt, and his flesh was stretched over a leaner, more hominid frame. Light, almost golden fur, was shed in place of a dark, thick head of dark-brown locks. His nose was straight and his eyes remained their golden hue. He was rugged and tanned, more than sun-kissed; more like he had been left out in the sun for too long and achieved a tan that equaled a man who spent most of his life outside. His eyebrows were darker than blond, and framed his piercing eyes.

He leaned forward, his body hovering over mine before he brought his nose near my neck, closed his eyes, and took a deep inhale. My body began to quiver in fear and I couldn't reign in the tremors. I reeked of fear: it was being exuded from every pore on my body.

The trembling and my scent only seemed to excite the wolves around me and they began to press in once more; their bodies crowding in as their noses began to prod my flesh and their tongues licked at my skin.

At them, I hissed and growled meekly-- too scared Conri would think the actions were directed at him. He continued to sniff me, his eyes roaming over me now as his hand reached down to grasp my neck. Thick fingers wove around my most vulnerable area and dug into my flesh; it was a warning that spoke volumes: I could kill you in an instant, but I won't if if you behave. I swallowed all the saliva that had pooled in the back of my throat and my mouth suddenly felt dry as if I had been forced to swallow a pile of sand.

A particularly bold wolf shoved his head where it didn't belong and I jerked in Conri's grip, a snarl bubbling up in my throat. But it was unneeded as Conri's own powerful snarl overtook mine and he let go of my neck and tackled the wolf whose nose had entered my personal boundaries.

He held the wolf's snout to the ground and snarled at him. However the commotion going on only gave the other wolves more confidence and a pack of them surged forward and began to overwhelm me. I snarled at them and bared my human teeth, using my hands to push their faces away. Some grappled onto my flailing legs and treated them like a dog would treat a pillow and I smacked and punched them with my hands. One particular wolf tried to step over me and claim me and I lurched forward and dug my blunt teeth in the side of his neck. I gripped and strained backwards until the wolf tore away from me and blood smeared my lips.

Conri soon was upon them, smacking them out of the way and standing over me with a growl. Even though he knocked away the majority of the assailants, I didn't particularly like the way he dominated me. And as a slow rage pooled into me I jumped forth and sunk my teeth into his calf.

He grunted and I felt his muscles tense up beneath my teeth. He turned and looked down the length of his leg to make eye contact with me and gave me a look that plunged the temperature of my insides to well below freezing. I slowly pulled my teeth from his leg and stared up at him defiantly. Even if he was the most intimidating male I'd ever been in the presence of, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of of becoming compliant.

Massive hands reached down and grabbed me and I was thrown over a muscular shoulder. I hissed and spat and clawed at his back. A quick slap hit my rear and I was silenced as the sting made my cheek throb.

He carried my towards the house-- all of the mutts chasing and leaping at me as they tried to nip at me in their excitement.

He gave them a snarl and they backed off, they're amber eyes instead locking on me as their noses stuck in the air and breathed in my scent. I glared at them all, even if they stayed far away.