The She-Devil's Wolf

~Chapter 25~

The moon had risen when she finally came to the scent of her quarry.

Emily could somehow feel his fear, feel that he knew he was being hunted.

Just as she could feel the beast within her growing more and more powerful. Even when Emily told herself she should head back, that Devon would be looking for her, maybe even think she had run away.

But the hunt, the need to kill the trespasser was to strong. Emily knew she wouldn't turn back now.

Not when her prey was so close.

There was no sound as she moved, only the soft pitter patter of her prey's foot steps.

Her heart beating faster and faster with every step closer to him she got. She could almost see him now, could smell the sweat slowly rolling down his face.

She knew him. . .but Emily couldn't quite place where.

Stopping in the middle of the forest the man turned to her. Finally letting her see his full face.

It was the stable boy.

"You. . .you have been trying to kill me." Emily said stepping from the shadows of the forest.

Turning to her quickly Emily watched as he stumbled back. Clearly he hadn't noticed her until now.

But when he did look at her. It was filled with hate and anger.

"You fucking bitch, you ruined my life." He took a step to her. Making Emily take a step back. Not from fear but the thrill that slowly taking her over

"If you had never kissed me, I wouldn't be blacked balled."

His aggression she could smell it.

She wanted to apologize. . .but before she could he pulled out a knife. Putting Emily's body at full alert. An acking pain rocked through her maknig her lean against a tree. Changing her from the inside out.

Still he moved closer, determined to kill her.

With an unknown pull, Emily looked up at the full blue moon, her body shaking hard. A scream too much like a howl touched her lips. As she fell to the ground.

"What. . .what the blood hell are you."

For a moment Emily just looked down at her golden body. At the golden fur that she quickly shook loose.

How could she have lived so long with feeling cramped up like that.

Her body felt lighter, as she jumped at her attacker, holding him down.

Emily could see it. . . she could easily rip into his flesh. With one bite she could taste his sweet blood.

Shaking her head, Emily tried to get the image out of her head.

This was not her, this need to kill was not her.

But this wasn't just a thought, she was really over this man . . .

She could feel her tongue coming out to lick at her nose. Letting out another pain filled cry. Emily could feel her body turning back to human.

Blood cover her hands and face. As her prey cried and begged for his life.

Finish him! Something deep within her cried.

Stopping dead in her tracks, Emily moved from the man. Letting him escape into the woods.

Sitting on her knees, Emily looked up at the sky before looking over at the man in the shadows.

His intense blue eyes, locking on her hungrily.