Light shinned through the leaves of the trees, morning dew glimmering on the forest floor. Cold Breath swirled around his nostrils as he stepped from the bushes, his head low to the ground, and his eyes locked on his target. Across a large fallen tree branch a fully grown buck grazed, unaware of the danger. In a quick movement a large, grey wolf launched itself over the branch, landing on his paws, the wolf was after it's prey. The hunt was on, the two animals caused a commotion on the forest floor, birds cawed out in warning to other nearby creatures, their footsteps echoing through the chaos. Dirt kicked up, smacking him in the muzzle as he got closer to the Bucks hind legs, He was closing in for the kill. Stamina wasn't an issue for the large wolf as the buck tried to shake him by weaving through trees and bushes. The wolf pushed himself, panting, and excited from the thrill of the hunt, the wolf was in position, he went for the jugular. Just like that, in a quick moment, when he thought he had it---something blindsided him, knocking him away from his prey, he crashed and tumbled into the dirt and mud.
His vision blurry, and in a dazed state, he pushed himself up off the ground and shook his fur. the buck cried out only for a second before the sound of bone snapping pierced the wolf's ears. Luke wasn't happy, his fur stood on end as he walked towards where his prey had been slain, only to see a slender white wolf hovering over the lifeless buck, blood dripping down its muzzle, its ears laid back against its skull as it glared at Luke with pale golden-brown eyes.
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Rival
WerewolfA struggle for control, A struggle to balance beast and man. Monsters lurk around every bend, waiting in the shadows to strike. Will the Beast within doom him, or will he rise to claim his birth right?
