Hybrid

Prarie

Maria

My brain kept shouting no. With each no, I felt my muscles contracting and propelling me forward. I felt the dirt shift under my claws. With the air rushing past my face, I knew I was screwed. I just couldn't make my body stop, I didn't feel like myself as if I was pushed to the back of my own brain.

I watched in horror as I got closer to Dylan, with no sign of slowing down. He stood firm in his spot, and I screamed for him to move, but I wasn't heard. my mouth didn't open, and no noise was uttered. Dylan fell to the ground, my paws pinning him to the earth. I felt his breath hit my face, and I was comforted, momentarily, by the fact that he was still breathing.

My teeth were clenched tightly, but they were bared to him. The cold air hit them, and I begged for my body to return to my control. I felt my mouth open, and I tried to close my eyes so I didn't have to watch myself take the life of my boyfriend. I begged for this to be a dream.

I was lucky enough that Isaac had shoved me off Dylan, but now my wolf was angry with both of them, and I knew that they both couldn't outrun me. There was no fighting the urge to rip them both apart, I just needed to delay myself.

I charged once more, and Isaac stood in front of Dylan in an effort to protect him. I tasted the blood in my mouth before I saw the arm between my teeth. Isaac howled in pain and punched at my mouth to get me to release him, but I wouldn't. He was prey, and I wasn't one to let prey go.

I was so busy thinking that I hadn't noticed Isaac pull his fist back once more, and I watched as it came barreling towards my eye. I let go of his arm to shake away the pain caused by his hit, and in the time I let go, he had landed a few more.

I felt claws rip through my flesh and I relished in the pain I felt. I deserved this, for whatever reason my wolf took control, she deserved this. The pain helped me to pull my control back and I felt myself changing back into the human version of myself.

I was met with terrified eyes and anger. Dylan grabbed Isaac by the shoulder and started pushing him towards their house, as far away from me as they could get. I couldn't blame them, but I also didn't know how to explain myself.

I was unsafe, and I decided the best thing to do was to run. I ran as far as I could until, finally, my lungs were burning, and then I kept running. I had no direction, I just needed to go. My hair whipped wildly against my skin, and I only slowed down to try to do something with it.

I didn't have any hair products, so the more I fought with it to stay out of my face, the angrier I got, and in an impulsive decision, I shifted so that my claws would extend from my fingers and I cut it as short as I could.

I could feel Dylan's fingers dance over my skin and wrap into the locks of my hair as I watched the strands fall onto the dirt. An ache in my chest appeared at the memory of his affection, which is something I didn't expect to get from him anytime soon.

Isaac was closer to him than blood as if they were one and the same. I had just wounded both of them, whether emotionally or physically, and I had no idea how to come back from that. I didn't deserve to come back from that.

I could feel all the scratches from running over rocks and twigs sting at my feet as I continued onward. I healed quickly enough, but more kept appearing. The minor inconvenience was enough to push me almost past my breaking point.

I found a small town hidden away behind the shadow of the larger towns that surrounded it. After breaking into a house to steal clothing, I entered the village under the alias of Dakota Flemming. I was able to find a place to stay fairly easily, considering the lack of visitors this place got.