Beautifully Hunted

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This is my first story so go easy on me please! ;_; I know that if I burn your brain with crappy weirdness you’ll be confused for the rest of your life! But your essence shall stay strong and unfaltering! For we are the rising! We are the forgotten…

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KEYS

-         Damned = Humans

-         Forgotten = The Dead Elders

-         Outcasts = Changed Humans

-         Saviours = Born Wolves

-         Blood Chains = Bound Between Mates (Wolves)

-         Soul = Inner Wolf (Wolves)

-         Human Soul = Normal Soul (Humans)

-         Night Silence = Naomi's Pack (Wolves)

-         Luna = Damon’s Pack (Wolves)

-         Blood Moon = Ball/Dance (Wolves)

-         Chained = Captured Outcasts

-         Rose = Secret Rebels

Past

Three words…

      “I hate you!”

      Three simple words and your whole World can shatter before your eyes. That is of course, if you’re the one receiving the harsh words.

      “I hate you!”

      But if you’re the one who’s saying them, you can watch in delight as they tumble to their knees and stare up at you with wide, teary eyes.

      “I hate you.”

      Three simple words can change your life.

Past

I can feel the taunting gazes of the Luna burning through my pale fur, lighting my senses and fuelling my bloodlust.

      This is it.

      A slow continuous beat pounds through my skull in an anything-but-painful way, signalling the start.

      This is it.

      Three… Emily’s soft voice fills my mind, reminding me of the count down we have to wait through, the three agonising seconds we have to endure before our release finally comes.

      This is it.

      Two… Tyler’s voice chimes in, flowing through everyone’s thoughts.

      This is it.

      One…

      I pound on forwards as the eerie melody of our packs howls informs our prey of our undeniable presence.

      The hunt has begun.

      Adrenaline surges through my second body, controlling my limbs and engulfing my wolf. The hunt has begun after so long, we can finally destroy everything, damn all those disgusting mutts with crazed eyes and blood stained fur.

      Naomi! My father’s voice cuts in; flooding my mind with his warning, don’t go too far! You’ll go into Luna’s territory! His warnings are snarled and threatening, yet not intimidating.

      Hmph! I whine skidding to a halt and staring at the faded line of blue dancing through the air, signing to every wolf that they were soon to step into claimed territory, where they weren’t wanted and would be torn apart if found.

      This is Luna territory, where those damned mutts can do whatever the fuck they want and get away with it. But something’s eerily strange about that pack, they way they move, so in sync and like us. It’s beyond my minds work.

      I can smell those sickening mutts. I bark into everyone’s mind, arching my back and sinking low into a fighting position, as if I was sneaking up on something or someone and ready to pounce.

      And they can smell you, now get back before someone realises and you get attacked! Sophie whines into my head, her delicate brown wolf nuzzling my side, as if trying to push my own white wolf backwards, away from the snow.

      They hunt in packs, and so do we! If they can’t stand a little competition in their territory then I guess that they’ll have to back down. I snap, going against my father’s warning and venturing further across the thin borderline protecting us from the wrath of the Luna Pack.

      After all, they are who we are hunting.

      Naomi! My father yells his voice threatening and his wolf in a ready-to-pounce-on-your’s-ass-if-you-don’t-get-the-fuck-away-from-that-border stance.

      Richard! I snarl back, baring my fangs in warning as I continue to tread my paws through the snow, my bloodlust still high and acting like a drug.

      Calling my father Richard is a thing only I can pull off; nobody else has the balls to call him by his name apart from me, my mother Lucy and of course the Elders, the Forgotten used to call him by Richard as well but now of course they can’t.

      The strong scent of Lilies and burnt wood assaults my nostrils, burning the back of my throat and teasing my flesh with goose bumps and shivers. This scent seems unfamiliar and untrustworthy.

      Perfect! Now you’ve got their attention! Will snarls his voice trembling as his honey coloured wolf blurs in and out of my enhanced vision, making me feel slightly dizzy.

      Well we’re meant to be hunting them right? So let’s hunt!

      Intruders in my territory are unwelcome and defiantly not needed! A deep, smooth masculine voice snarls into my mind, earning a barked laugh from me.

      We came here to Hunt, Hun. I’m not going to stand your powerless threats; after all you’re probably just a lone wolf seeking attention. I reply slyly, my voice holding its own edge of intimidation.

      I’m not going to cry wolf.

      Ha! You’ve got some guts bitch.

      Bitch? I snarl with a bark of laughter. You’ve got some balls yourself prick.

      I step forwards and observe the area around me, taking in all of its features and preparing myself for an attack, the wolf could be anywhere and I need to protect myself.

      We’re new in town, maybe you could show us around? I ask, my tongue lolling out into a wolfish grin.

      I’m used to these games, being threatened by wolves and teasing them with innocent words and looks.

      It’s always easy.

      I can hear the howls of other wolves closing in on me and my own pack, lighting a crazed fire inside of me. Oh how I love the thought of bloodshed, between rival packs of the same strength.

      It is amazing.

      I love the feel of adrenaline that courses through my veins with every dead enemy I witness falling before my eyes, it’s like a drug.

      Addictive.

      And as they say.

      Once the hunt begins, the wolves will strike.