Hunted.....By My Possessive Mate

Chapter 1

 Picture of Marcus:D

I panted as I ran along through the wet forest; winter is melting and spring is coming. I am going to have to find some new place to stay and quick.

It has been three long and ,sometimes, dreadful months since the night I met my mate. And I have been running ever since. I couldn't stay in one spot because I knew, but our link, that he was following me. Hunting me.

Why couldn't he just stay home and move on?

See what I have been doing it searching for a new place to stay every time I smelt him. I only probably stay in one place for 3 to 4 days before he has caught my scent.

I have to hurry, i still need to find a place and go back and grab Cleo and my stuff.

I sniffed along the ground, trying to find a scent of a new town or something that isn't where I was now.

Suddenly, I heard a low and firious growl. I looked up to see a brown, red, male wolf showing its teeth at me with anger in it's eyes. I was afraid, this wasn't the first time i had come into another wolves territory.

I stood up straight and stared back at him with expressionless eyes. His snarling was still loud and threatening, but I did not move. He barked with a growl and then lunged at me, mouth wide open.

His mouth had collasped on to my scruff, dragging me down to the ground. I growled loudly, instead of aiming for his head like I should, I aimed for his front legs. I chomped on it, tearing the skin making a huge gash with blood pouring out.

He yelped loudly in pain, letting go of my bloody neck. I charged at him, pushin him with the middle of my back, making him stumble back.

Suddenly, I heard a loud yelp and I turned to see a huge hole in the ground and the wolf not in sight. I trotted quickly and looked down in the hole. It reeked of human hands.

The red male wolf was lying at the bottom, whining of pain. It was about a good 15 foot drop and it looked like by the gashing in the dirt wall he fell hard.

I should leave him, I should let him die. But I couldn't. I yipped at him and his golden meant mine. Fear clowded those now innoccent eyes, making me yip again then lifting my head to see if I could use anything to get him out.

Nothing on the ground, damn. Suddenly I heard a rustling and leaves had falling a few feet ahead of me. I looked up, seeing a tree branch, about 5 feet up hanging; it had to be about as long as the hole.

I shifted, making me climb naked up the tree; I grasped the front of the branch and yanked. I heard a few snaps and the branch came stumbling down, hitting me in the process.

I hissed as I felt a sharp edge of the branch dig into my back as it fell.

I jumped to the ground, grabbing the branch and dragging it to the hole. I looked down to the see the wolf had shifted into a handsome man. I couldn't see his face though.