Walking with the Vampire |COMPLETE|

53. Overstepping

Damn all those wolves to hell!
Harris hoped the devil was listening and taking notes because these wolves were deserving of burning in hell's fire.
His lungs were on fire, who the hell knew vampires got fatigued!
But he knew the second he broke his flight of escape, the wolves would be all over his sorry ass.

The uphill climb slowed him down but his luck hadn't run out just yet because beyond the hills was the sight of buildings and paved roads in the distance.
The infamous black and red-tiled scrapper of Beaufort enterprises indicated the nearness of the Vampire territory from which he'd seek his refuge, exiled or not.
He preferred his chances with his 'family' rather than the murderous pack of wolves.
The irony of the hunter becoming the hunted.
Menacing snarls closed in on him turning his blood into ice, hitching his breath and sending his heart into an even more frantic dance.
Harris looked over his shoulder and immediately saw the black and white brothers viciously tearing through bushes and bouncing off trees.

Harris knew he couldn't stay on the ground, the trees would be a much safer alternative.
He scurried up the nearest timber and jumped onto the next one.
For a blissful moment, he was home free, until he landed on a rotting branch that sent him spiraling to the hard uneven terrain.
In a heartbeat, he was back on his feet again already scaling up the next tree.
Sharp teeth hooked into his shin and tore him from the bark tossing him like a rag doll.

Malaki was on the receiving end of the throw catching Harris and pinning him down under heavy paws and dangerous claws.

Harris gasped from the pain and the difficulty to breathe due to the weight of the stinking wolf on his chest.
'Get off you piles of horse shit!'

Harris believed he'd come to the end of the road when he caught the black one charging towards him. The white one stepped away and Harris scrambled on his feet, playing into their hands.

Loki knocked him down from behind, throwing him right into a tree. To pull him down Malaki imbedded his claws into Nicholae's back and pried him away from the tree.

Harris screamed from the pain and resorted to lashing out at the wolves he'd soon learn he couldn't wound.
He climbed onto Malaki's back and linked his arms around the wolf's throat in a fierce grip.

Loki tried to get him off his brother Harris but Harris wasn't leaving until he broke a few bones in their body.

Malaki dropped and slammed against the trees and floor to shake Harris off. His actions became sluggish and slower as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Loki howled in a mad rage.
All bets and games were off, he was going to kill the bastard and that was written all over his furry face.

'You want a piece of me tough guy? You didn't think I was going to make this easy, did you?

Loki growled ferociously snapping and swiping at Harris who dodged and swerved as much as he could. But blood loss and fatigue slowed his progress and that wasn't something he wanted when trying to tango with a rabid dog.

To his back was the rough surface of a mango tree and before him was the fangs of a crazed beast.

The mass of Black Death lunged at him and Harris, once again saw his existence flash before his eyes.
But he opened his eyes, and surprisingly, he was still breathing in Nicholae's body.

'You were going to kill him?' Fauna screamed at Loki who defiantly glared over her head at Harris.

'I'm sorry, I can't let you do that.'

'Fauna. Step away from him.'
Cayden approached them with a number of wolves at his flank.
'Stand down. We only want him for questioning.'

She furiously shook her red hair.
'It's my job to protect Lord Nicholae. And after what I've seen, I can't trust any of you to put his interest first.'