A Bad Love Story.

ch.2 the prey

SIERRA

I loved my lycan form. I loved the feeling of power my beast and I shared coursing through my body as we ran through the cider trees of the hill country. It was addictive.

With all matters at hand and daily dealing of alpha business it was rare to be some what care free and enjoy myself.

Lord forbid we fucking ever do that.

God she is a fucking sarcastic bitch sometimes. Don't get me wrong Lee and I made a great team, but as a pair we bickered like god damn children. She acted purley on instinct, as would any other lycans inner beast, but as a true alpha female I was constantly pulling her back in. Constantly showing restraint, only took me about 20 fucking years to fully be able to do it....

Running on the edges of my Fredericksburg border, the area near the last reported rougue killings, I couldn't help but get excited again. Passings border patroling wolfs, I started to keep mental notes to have a meeting with them and notice obvious openings.

Lee growled in the back of my mind.
They arent taking their jobs seriously, fuckers are getting a wake up call next pack meeting.

I completely agreed but pushed her to the back of my mind. I needed control right now an extra slip up from anyone else... Well we didn't need a bloody rampage.

Oh I smell blood.
Lee came roaring back to the fore front of my mind. She was wired by the metallic smell and in a instant I lost control. Now just a passenger, Lee was on the hunt and pushed us even faster. With our paws barley skimming the ground, we moved faster than any wolf in our pack would ever be able to comprehend.

As we neared the Pedernales river we slowed down knowing we were close. We took in our surroundings and started noticing landmarks that looked familiar from the pictures of this morning.

Stopping abruptly we were at the scene. We started to investiage immediately. Other various critters had been around, compromising any evidence that had been left behind. Though there wasn't much left the scents were still there.

The rouges scent though deplorable, couldnt cover up one particular smell. It was...enticing to say the least.
It was masculine.
It was powerful.
It was...
A Savage hunter.

The smell of obsidiane blades and silver couldnt be masked for damn sure. An old school tactic by original hunters, only the most traditional sticklers still used that shit. They were beyond deadly, more dangerous than any other hunters. Complete loners in a society that usually stuck together in groups, they had powers that no other typical hunter could obtain. Mercirless killing machines, their kisses of screaming death could carry for miles and wipe our entire packs in a blink of an eye.

Damn didnt know those were around anymore....
We might actually be at match for once.
Lee couldn't help but raise her growl slightly, her excitment and anger hit mine at all force instantly creating a tornado of intense emotions.

How dare this hunter, how DARE HE COME NEAR OUR LAND.
But...finally a true opponent
Lee couldnt help but wolfishly grin.
Nor could I hold my own back.