A Wolf's Tale

10

Sierra and I bolt for the house, unsure of where it is, we sprint in one direction and hope for the best. Although we got a head-start to the house, Keith is faster than us by a long shot.

Sierra and I don't say a word to each other as we run into the house. Once we are both in the house, I lock the deadbolt attached to the door.

I grab her hand, pulling her close. She stares into my eyes and I stare right back. Mountains of emerald hues shine in her weary eyes. Her brows furrow as if silently asking why I've kept her in my arms for so long. I just wanted to look at her one last time.

"Do anything you can to get out of here, you hear me? Don't look for me, don't come back for me. You get out and you run. Call Kyle when you are safe." I whisper. She nods and looks me up and down. I gently hold her hand and run my thumb against the top of her hand. "I know you are smart and will do whatever you can to get away, but do anything. Okay? Jump out of the fucking window if you have to."

I lean in, softly pushing my lips against hers, she kisses back and weakly smiles. She sighs and slowly let's go of my hand. She takes off up the stairs, her dirty blonde curls bouncing about with each step.

I search for things to protect myself with. I have claws but since he could easily kill me, I could become defenseless fast. With no luck I throw my fists down at my sides and my claws appear in a flash.

The door swings open, Keith's dress heels click on the hardwood floor. Shit! He walks into the house, a slam! screams from the front door. We've got company! A growl escapes his chapped lips as he turns the corner. A rough snark escapes my mouth, passing my soft lips.

"Let's get this over with, I have to end this before the pack wonders where you two are." He snaps. He walks towards me and smirks. He notices my claws and rolls his eyes. He cackles an ugly laugh and stumbles to come closer. "You... you really think that they can help you? You really have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you kid?"

"Actually, no. You threatened to kill us and attempted to murder me last week. Don't you think you should give your old bones a break, you're not a spring chicken anymore." I snap.

He closes his eyes and begins twitching. His head shakes, his pulse accelerates, his eyes flutter to their red shades, and a smirk plastered on his aged face.

"Keith, stop, you already taught me a lesson, just leave Sierra out of this. We can settle this like men." I mumble.

"Ha! Making demands I see. Although I'd prefer to just kill you, I think I'll take you out first and then kill her just for the fun of it." He devises.

I shake my head and step back from him. I allow a growl to escape my mouth. Suddenly, my feet drag across the floor without me picking up my feet. My shoes scuff the floor, leaving lines along the carpet. What the hell?

I look up at Keith in utter fear, his hand extends, pulling me towards him. I stop inches away from him. He looks at my hands and smirks. Just as I'm about to raise my claws to his throat, he stops them from moving. My hands furiously shake at my sides in attempts to freely move them. What the hell?!

"Whats the matter, can't move your hands? Kinda makes my job easier this way." He explains. He raises his claws to me, slowly dragging it down my cheek. "Too bad I have to kill you, Kyle liked you the most." He states, harshly swiping his claw against my cheek, the cut trickles blood.