Growls rang through the forest rumbling the dirt that I gripped under my fingers.
My head snaps up meeting dangerous dark eyes pulling me into a feeling of skin crawling evil.
A feeling of darkness — of death.
The wolf holds my gaze flashing a fang in my direction.
Wind and the drizzling rain come to a stop. As if the universe is taking a break, watching, waiting for one of us to move.
My mother always said that if it is a real wolf
it will do you no harm simply throw a stick and send it on it's way but if it's a werewolf you wait for it's command.
Werewolf's are crazed creatures when they want to be it is best not to provoke them.
Slowly I move my fingers across the mud never breaking eye contact with the beast.
Feeling the dirt, running my fingers over Little Rocks and moss until I feel what I was looking for.
Picking up the stick slowly with caution, I throw it in the other direction.
The wolf glances but doesn't move.
It's a werewolf.
The wolf large paws step closer snapping crazed jaws inches from my face.
I want to scream and yell but I seemed to have lost my voice. My hands shake violently when the wolf barks again in my face pushing it's hot breath forward. I let out a sob of fear hopping this isn't it for me.
The wolf leans in closer, closing its jaws and sniffing my neck.
This is it. This is how I die, at the jaws of a beast ripping my neck out.
No.
I won't die.
derivare bestia, et ossa vestra conteram enim homini revelare. I whisper.
The beast jumps back in fright, crying loudly to the heavens. He steps back several steps shaking his head from side to side.
His bones break.
The ear piercing crack rings throughout the woods, again the beast howls in excruciating pain. He starts Pawing at the dirt dramatically trying to escape the ache.
My spell... It's a force shift, one where the wolf has no choice and fights the human every step of the way. Most the time the pain kills the rouge wolf who has to far lost touch with the human side, the wolf almost has nothing but a shell to shift back to and die.
Dark fur beings to vanish and four legs are replaced with two. Instead of a crumpled man on the ground, the beast stands.
The wolf is now a male,
a strong well refined male wolf who clearly still has some humanity. The male has a toned body that is lightly tanned and dark brown hair that twists slightly with wavy texture at the top of his head. His electric blue eyes pierce my soul causing my heart to throb.
He growls violently still not saying a word.
Clearly displeased that he is exposed, Every part of him.
Leaning forward he yanks the old cloth, holding my berries and spices from my hand, they go flying to the ground hours of work lost in seconds.
He looks down, making swift work tying the cloth around his waist then harshly meeting my gaze once again.
"Excuse you, don't you know how long it took me to collect those." I snapped picking up the berries that are in sight, placing them in a small plastic jar.
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WerewolfA recent law passed by the werewolf council calls for the mass extinction of witches, by either a pack member or rouge. The law causes a group of three girls to go on the run after their coven is slaughtered by rouges. What happens when the group st...
