Threshold - A literate werewolf novel
I love the opening of the story, but I do think I got lazy after.
Otherwise, I'm quite pleased. Enjoy. I'll try to get the second chapter out soon.
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The sun rose steadily over the horizon, bathing the ground in a marvellous crimson glow. Purple flowers dotted across the lush, green meadow, painting an explosion of colour into the landscape. Scarlet and orange orchids contrasted with them, creating a dazzling sight to the eye.
Despite the serene scenery, nothing was calm; wolves were darting across the terrain, tails splayed out behind them in a hot pursuit. The air was filled with a cacophony of noise, a deafening pulsation drumming against one's ears. Hungry snarls, furious growls, loud barks and bellows; they weren't afraid to announce their presence.
An elk galloped across the field, chased by the slavering wolves. One, a large brown male, slammed his body into the ungulate. He and the rest of the wolves were extraordinarily big, twice the size of an average lupe. The beast staggered, before entangling it's own feet to crash brutally to the ground. A sickening thud resonated, and it shrieked in pain, choking helplessly. It took less than a second for the pack to savage it's body, leaving a mangled carcass in the grass.
I watched in horror as their teeth caressed the skin hungrily before plunging into the flesh, grunting loudly in a sickening manner. I wasn't disturbed by that, however; it was the fact that they had slaughtered MY prey on MY pack's land. I wouldn't settle for it.
So who is this 'I', I hear you ask? I is Me, Leanne Evers, typical 17 year old teenage girl. I have long, flowing blonde hair which I tend to curl, though sometimes straighten. Caramel and brown highlights adorn some strands. My eyes are the only odd things about me on the outside - one is an electric blue ringed with emerald while the other is a smooth lavender ranging in hues, tinted with the faintest hint of argent. I live in Canada, though I was born in the UK. My parents work for a massive company in jobs which require them to relocate frequently. They've promised that we're not moving for a while, at least not before I've finished High School. Even so, I'm not leaving with them when their occupation calls; I have a reason to stay, a bigger echelon. See, I lied before - I'm not your average girl; I'm not your average person at all. I'm a werewolf, and the alpha female of the biggest pack known in the country.
My muscles tensed up, and a low snarl of dominance erupted from my throat. All of the frenzied wolves broke from their trance to look up, startled and suddenly alert of their surroundings. I flicked my tail to the right. Immediately my companions exploded from the bushes, growling in defiance. I followed them elegantly, my long and slender legs stepping lightly upon the ground. My impressive caramel pelt appeared russet in the soft hues of dawn. I encircled the large male, who was evidently their alpha. My gait was slow and composed, yet threatening in an eerie manner. He tried to keep a strong aura, but I saw it falter deep within. I smirked. The tiniest glint of my incisors was all it took. Hell broke loose in the clearing.
The male's paws lifted off the ground, pivoting sharply to face me with bared teeth and extended paws. Long, curved claws tipped the phalanges, the blood of the elk soaking them to create a more sinister appearance. His weight heavy enough to bring me to the ground, my skull collided with hard terrain, a sharp ringing piercing my ears while a splitting pain rattled my body. A muffled groan escaped my maw, before he completely collapsed upon me, the air whistling out of me. I choked, pained, before the mass lifted. I sighed in relief, beginning to raise up, but my moment was short; powerful jaws had enclosed around my neck, cutting off my supply of air to an unbearable extent. He compressed his jowls quickly and efficiently, blood oozing from the wounds left indented in my skin. I began to fight for my life, instinct taking over in a passionate burning - my life was important, and these werewolves were breaking the code by attempting to kill another one of their kind.
