I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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My paws silently hit the ground, avoiding the leaves and the branches fallen from the trees.
My silvery fur reflected the rays of the moonlight, making me appear like a ghost in the dark of the forest.
Strong legs carried me forward and forward, making my blood boil in excitement as the wind stroked my soft fur.
My beast was frantic, pleading me to let her take over to answer the silent call of the woods. I complied. We were in unison: I was her and she was me.
She let out a howl of happiness, letting the power of the night coat her entire being, and pushed her muscles to their maximum to go faster.
A snap broke her out of her state of bliss. My wolf let out an intimidating growl to advise the intruder that she was ready to fight if the situation required. She lifted her muzzle in the air, sniffing the scents of her surroundings. The chilly smell of the night reached her nose, soon followed by the smell of the upcoming rain. Sniffing again she detected the scent of rabbits and the faint scent of does still lingering in the air. Another snap was heard in the silence of the night. Lifting her upper lip to show her fangs, she ruffled her fur in sign of dominance and crouched on her front legs, ready to bounce on the intruder.
Silence.
A rabbit broke out from a bush and, detecting the presence of a predator, immediatly began to run away in search of a place to hide itself. My beast instantly calmed at the lack of threat, dropping the fighting stance. At the same time, however, the sight of the little animal ignited in her a desire for blood and raw meat that just the thought of her muzzle coated in the blood of her prey made her shiver in delight. Licking her lips in expectancy, she began sniffing the ground in search of the scent of the does she had catched a little before. She started to follow it, paying attention to hide herself at the sight of the animals. Crouched on her belly behind a bush, she studied the does, drinking by a small pond, and she decided to settle for a big fat one situated in the far left of the group. The excitament for the hunt reigned in our body as our blood began to hum with power.
We were merciless.
We were powerful.
We were deadly.
We were an Alpha Female.
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After my beast was satisfied with her kill, she began licking the fur on her paws and her muzzle to get rid of the dried blood of the dead doe; crounching on her belly, she stretched her muscles and rested her head on her paws to relax just a bit.
I decided that it was time to take over and go back home, as it was way past midnight and I needed to rest. My beast gave the reins back to me, not without a displeasured rumble leaving her chest, and I started to follow the path that would take me back to the end of the woods. When I was close to the trees' borderline, I shifted back into my skin, welcoming the well-known feeling of bones rearranging, claws and fangs withdrawing and fur being replaced by skin. I strode towards the big fallen trunk in which I had previosly hidden my clothes and, once dressed, I jogged towards the streets of the city.
Seattle was beautiful at night with the lights of the skyscrapers illuminating the dark sky but, at the same time, it was deadly too. Dangers lurked in the dark corners of the streets; dangers that, unfortunately, I had come to know well.
Reaching the building where I lived, I took out the keys from my pocket to enter my loft. Inside, my eyes instantly focused on the clock on the wall in front of me and I groaned in annoyance. It was 12.30 am and I had to start my shift at the hospital at 8.00 am sharp in the morning, leaving me with less than a six hours sleep.
Great.
My gaze slowly shifted from the digits indicating the hour to the date displayed near them. My chest constricted under the feeling of uneasiness that conquered my body.
It was the Eighteen of February.
It was not time to commiserate myself. Shaking the memories out of my head I stripped out of the dirty clothes and headed to the bathroom in order to take a shower, cleaning myself out of the dirt accumulated during my run in the forest. Relaxing under the flush of hot water, I supported my back on the wall and took deep breaths. I knew that I needed to cut the shower short in order to rest accordingly, but I found myself going numb under the soothing warmth of the water. I wasn't aware of the passing of time, as the images of that day flashed behind my closed eyelids, distracting my mind from the now ice-cold water dripping down on my body.
Exiting the shower box, I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped in order to study my appearance.
God. I seemed normal, but I was not.
My sandy blond hair that normally reached my waist in soft waves was now wet and sticking to my slight tanned skin. My face, oval with high cheekbones, a straight little nose and full lips, was expressionless. My body, toned with long, lean legs, narrow hips and plump, but firm breasts, was tense, the muscles still contracted by the iciness of the water.
I stared at the image the mirror reflected of myself. It was the same I had been observing for the past twenty-six years of my life, but my eyes, God my eyes, told a completely different story. My hazel eyes held so many secrets, so much hurt, so much loneliness. In the depth of my gaze you probably could still see the woman I once was, but on the surface there was nothing left of that person.
After all, I wasn't the same woman I was four years ago anymore.
