As the creature's beastly red eyes glowed through the darkness, I really got a sense of how close it was to me. It looked to be between ten and fifteen feet away. My heart sunk at the thought that I was only ten to fifteen feet away from my death.
The creature growled a deep, guttural growl. This animal was nothing but angry and I was the focal point.
I had never known any animals to track humans down, or specifically target them as prey. All of the nature channels stated it was a random act usually, but now here I was face to face with a giant wolf with glowing red eyes that had been stalking me as its prey. I was shocked that it hadn't just stalked me the previous night, but come back again.
I was still shocked and unable to move. The only motion coming from me was the trickle of blood that ran down my bare skin through my torn pants.
The wolf stopped for a minute and then it seemed as though its gaze had dropped. It took me a moment to realize where its eyes had gone, but then it dawned on me that it was looking at my blood. It gave another low growl, this one a bit softer than the others.
Its glowing eyes flickered up to me before it slowly took another step closer. Somehow this caused me to snap out of my shock and fear. Within seconds my body was scrambling backward, my hands getting dented from rocks as I pulled myself away from the massive wolf.
The wolf growled again, angered at my moving away. It must've taken my movement as my flight instinct, which it was. This meant it was a chase for the wolf, as that was its natural instinct.
The sound of crunching leaves and rocks came from behind me and someone grabbed me and pulled my body up. I would have panicked and thrown the persons arms away from me had there not been a monster wolf stalking toward me.
I could make out the shape of a man, and it looked to be holding its hand away from it as if to tell the wolf to stop. After a moment of standoff, the man yelled.
"Back off! Go!" it yelled and when I heard it's voice I knew instantly who had come to my rescue.
The wolf growled before its red eyes moved and it ran off into the forest. I hoped this time it would not return again, but I wasn't so sure now as this was the second time I had escaped it.
"Booker?" my voice whispered out before my body was spun around and pulled into two strong arms.
"Yeah it's me," he said, petting my hair. I couldn't help but throw my arms around his body, grateful that I was even still alive.
"Come on, let's get you inside. You're shivering," he said softly before guiding me to my house. I wasn't quite sure how he'd seen his way there, but at the moment I couldn't care less.
Once we were inside, I flicked the light on and turned to look at Booker.
"Why were you here?" I asked, not meaning to sound ungrateful to his presence.
"I had the night off and went for a late night walk," he said, shrugging as if it was nothing new.
"Why so far from town? I thought I was the only one who lived out this far," I asked, curious as to where he had come from.
"I live right around the corner. I live on Fox Hill," he said again like it was nothing out of the ordinary. My mouth must have dropped because the next thing he did was chuckle at me.
"I know, not somewhere a lot of people live," he said before pausing and taking in a breath. Suddenly his eyes went from my face down to my leg.
"Shit, you're bleeding," he said as he got down on one knee to examine my bloodied leg. "It looks like a decent cut you got there. Do you have a first aid kit?" he said, looking up at me.
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The Beast of Fox Hill
WerewolfThis book is being rewritten and the rewrite is posted on my page. It is way better written and details have been added and some have been changed. The story, however, remains relatively the same. I recommend checking that version out instead. Thank...