Clouded Vision

Clouded Vision, Chpt 8

Chapter Eight

A Big Problem

Vince turned away, and remembering his promise to himself, stripped in the hallway and placed his clothes in Adair's

room. Vince opened the door to his balcony, stepped onto it, climbed onto the railing, and jumped. He landed on his feet with a solid

thud, and took off into forest. His running steps faltered a bit as his spine cracked in half. A fiery hold took his body, pumping wildly

through his veins which oddly pushed him to run faster. Trees whizzed by as Vince darter by like a ghost. Smells inhaled were for

once not human. But Adair's scent was strong in these woods. Vince sneezed, the scent clinging to his nose. His scent smelled like

rich amber and pine. His brain naturally ordered himself to mark the territory as his or get out. Vince obeyed the instinct, shooting

urine on a tree. Then a whiff of prey was caught by his nose. It was fresh. Deer. Vince took off after the scent, letting instinct take over.

An excited howl echoed against the line of trees. The deer, perhaps a mile away, skittered in surprise. Vince gained speed as his

prey realized they were being tracked. Oxygen and blood flooded through his body, singing because it was finally fully released. His glorious body was one that could never tire.

After a mere minute he could hear his prey. They moved uncomfortably, listening. A moment later, his prey came into view.

There were seven, four females, three males. The largest male with a grand set of antler was the farthest from him. He was snorting

nervously. These deer clearly understood the danger of trespassing here. Vincent crouched, his tail flipping in anticipation. His eyes

were on the largest female, since the herd would be in chaos if they lost their alpha. She was grazing as the males took watch.

Vince took two large leaps, his feet thumping against the hard ground, and fell on the female. He ripped her throat as she

fell from the force. The other deer leapt lightly away but before they could escape a red shape pounced upon the largest male and

brought him down. He twitched a few times, then lay still. Over her kill was a russet wolf, which Vincent could immediately identify as

Faith.

Vincent watched, admiring the fearsome beauty and ferocious grace of her leap. The poor buck didn't know he was even

in danger.

Then Vincent's stomach grumbled hungrily. Vince's head dipped down into the doe. His muzzle was wet with blood.

There was no though to the process. When his stomach was full and bulging, he ceased eating and dug at the dirt. There was no

reason to bury the animal; he wouldn't come back to it later, but it was nice to let his instincts lead without any restraint.

Vincent? asked a shaky voice in his head. Vince looked up in utter shock. Faith's eyes were locked with his. It was clearly

Faith that had spoken to him, but to speak to him was to leave her mind open to vulnerability. She didn't seem like the type to leave

her mind unguarded to someone she still barely knew.

You hunt beautifully. She thought to him with her head cocked.

Vince licked his chops. Thank you. He replied, opening his mind to hers. They engulfed each other immediately,