Chapter 8- In the Den of Wolves

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Kristof/I ran in the woods, inhaling the scent of murky earth as we called, "Look, darlin', right between those trees!"

Beside us, Octavia tore through, "Oh, I see it baby. All by his lonesome."

Our heart thundered at seeing that female, the wolf inside us stirred when the smell of the wolf within her began to rise. In front, we observed in a thick corpse, a huge grizzly bear lumbering through the underbrush. The animal stopped to scratch its shoulder against the rough bark of a tree, huffing placidly. Thick coat of brown fur covered it, hiding the burly meat inside its hide waiting to be feasted upon by us this night.

"Bet I get to him first." Octavia smirked, shouldering me to run ahead.

"Not a chance in hell!" Kristoff/I shouted back but in a cheerful glee as we dashed after the female.

Paces away, we closed our eyes and we reached out for the wolf coiled sleeping at our core, and summoned it to the surface with a thought. It blinked its eyes at us, the wolf and the human eyeing each other in front. One surrendering to let the other rise.

Visions of past hunts flashed before our eyes...the ground beneath our paws...the wind in our fur...prey drawing closer and closer...

And deep in our chest...The wolf stirred.

We growled.

Our blood surged, heart hammering faster...as we felt the ache of our bones, moving, crunching and popping into different shapes...Then our muscles shifted and stretched, realigning...and a silver-gray pelt bristled through our skin!

Beside us, Octavia had shifted too! She bared her teeth, howling at the sky...dark eyes reflecting the silver of the moon above. We dipped our head, heeding our respect to the moon and its blessing for a hefty prey today.

Together, we raced through the trees! We could smell the tang of grass crushed beneath our feet, the loamy soil, and the distant cool of water...and ahead, we taste the pungent musk of the bear, the iron of the blood rushing beneath its hide! Saliva dripped with hunger and anticipation, with action to feel that flesh in our teeth. To fill our belly and grow strong with the meat of the beast.

Our paws pounded the dew-slick ground, and in moments we're almost on top of our prey! The bear turned and reared, showing its huge teeth! We snarled at it, howling like the wildest beast and top predator roaming in the woods. The sound echoed in the trees, in the bayou and the swamps beyond. Even the crickets ceased their irritating hissing when they realised who had come to claim the night today.

The bear growled, eyeing both of us in wolf forms. We shouldered Olivia's wolf this time and closed the distance and threw ourselves at the bear! The animal tried to scurry away but we were much faster...stronger...better and fierce.

The bear snarled, swiping at us with huge claws as our jaws clamped down on its throat! We whipped our head, burying our teeth on its thick hide until we reached the vein to kill the beast. Warm blood filled our mouth, the taste like the pool of ecstasy moving straight to our core. The sweet taste of pulsing blood gushed inside down the throat, to our belly until its heart shuddered.

Octavia dove in next to us, snarling and ripping the bear's thick hide. Her snout became red with the blood as she ripped the beast's the head out from its neck. A jet of blood sprayed into ferns beside, dripping down to the earth. The bear hit the ground and we felt its final heartbeats ebbing away into the night. Octavia and I feasted for hours, until the bear was bones and our stomach was satisfied just like our beast within.

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