The Wolf of The Woods

Chapter Twenty Five: Don't prove them right

Surely... surely not. How had they found him here, so deep in the woods?

It was then that Dan realised he was staring, making it perhaps a little to obvious to Seamus and the others that something was coming. And if he wanted to make sure he got out of this alive, he would have to make sure they didn't see it coming.

His stomach growled again, reminding him of his hunger. That was it. The perfect distraction, he just had to get himself out of these ropes.

In that moment it seemed his werewolf instincts were beginning to overpower his human ones. He'd said that he wanted to make it out of this alive, right? But not Seamus, Seamus hardly deserved to remain alive after the way he'd treated Dan.

Dan's stomach growled once more, so savagely it was like it was trying to tear itself out of his insides. He lost it then. Just like the time before, when he'd almost attacked Phil, and the time before that when he'd chased the deer. He had no control. He'd forgotten about Phil and Louise, who were approaching, he'd forgotten about all human morals.

All he knew was hunger.

He tensed, closing his eyes, preparing to escape. Deep breathes. The one part of his brain that was apparently still thinking, took to counting. Counting down the seconds until...

Dan tore himself from the ropes, using the pure strength and force that he didn't even know he had to pull away from the tree.

Seamus, who was distractedly talking to the other two, quickly brought his attention back to Dan at this disturbance.

His eyes went wide with fear as he began to slowly back up. Dan's own eyes had formed slits. Like tiny crescent moon shapes, they glowed threateningly in the darkness.

He was edging closer to Seamus, no longer taking notice of his surroundings, only of his prey.

He didn't notice Jack and Harvey backing away in fear because of this, they were whispering in awe things like 'he is a monster' and 'look at him, he's going to kill Seamus!'

He also didn't notice that Phil and Louise had arrived now, and had proceeded to join Jack and Harvey in staring in horror at the scene.

Dan kept on prowling closer. He wasn't himself anymore, he wasn't going to stop. He had no reason to.

As Seamus edged further backwards his foot caught on a tree root. He tripped and was flung backwards, landing with his back pressed against the trunk of the very same tree.

Dan, giving him no time to recover, placed his paw on Seamus's neck. He was pinning the boy there, just like Seamus had been doing to him moments before.

'What is he doing?' Jack whimpered, still in awe of the situation. 'He going to... I think he's going to...'

'No he's not!' Louise snapped. 'Dan would never'
'Well he's clearly not acting very much like Dan now is he?'
'Of course he's not, that scrawny little fag could never pull off something like this...' Harvey chimed in.

'Shut it!' Phil shouted. 'Stop it all of you, we have to stop him!'

Phil just had to think. Maybe this intoxicated bloodthirsty version of Dan wouldn't listen to moral, but Phil knew that the real Dan would. The real Dan, the one he'd fallen in love with, would never hurt anyone.

If he could just talk some sense into him...

'Louise!'
'What?'
'I'm going to talk to him, it's only way'
'What, Phil no!'
'Just... stay here okay?' he said, clearly giving no interest in Louise's concern.