Split Between

Chapter 1

Vivian's POV:

Running. The sound of my heavy paws thudding against the ground the only thing I'm focusing on. The whir of trees behind me gawk at my speed, swaying ever so slightly. It was a cold fall morning, my favorite. The clouds were out, and the forest was silent and peaceful today. I continue running, pure joy and the rush of adrenaline making me giddy with pleasure. I smile a wolfy smile and close my eyes. I still manage to dodge the trees even though I can't see them. My senses are wide awake at this time, and since I am on this path so much, I pretty much memorized exactly where the trees and rocks are.

I open my eyes again and I am heading up my hill. It was covered in beautiful vibrant orange leaves and sunny yellow ones. Making it look like a giant leaf pile. I bound up it, satisfied as the leaves crunched below my feet.

My ears snapped sharply to the left, and I sense prey close by. Excited for the hunt, I keep my paws light on the soft ground. I get into a low crouch near a bush where I heard the noise. Entirely focused on the hunt, I train my ears towards the little tail that was left uncovered. I lick my lips, not caring if it was a squirrel or not. I lower down some more, and I saw the squirrel stiffen a bit in fear as it senses my presence. Cornering it, I finally pounce. The squirrel squeaks a bit in surprise and pain as I dig my canines into its flesh.

I rip into the creature, and just as fast as I had killed it, it was all gone. I frown a bit, disappointed that I didn't get enough to satisfy my hunger. But I was being stupid, thinking that a squirrel would fill me up. Hunger had taken over me. I bound off, on the look for another meal, when I sense another wolf up the trail. I growl a bit under my breath. I just wanted to be alone. Was that to much to ask?

I continue farther down the trail I had made. The soft worn grass beneath me a clear sign that I visited here often. I catch a whiff of a deer herd not far from where I am, and I momentarily forget the wolf on my trail. I shift into full hunt mode, and I run as fast and silently towards the herd as I can. I reach my destination not long after. Five does, three fawns, and two bucks. Pretty big herd, the guys' doin' good, I think to myself.

I get into a low crouch as I notice a small fawn stray a few feet away from its mother to graze some stray leaves and twigs. My grin stretches wider as I see the perfect meal lay before me. All human senses gone, and I am in full wolf mode, my eyes locked on the prey. I could faintly hear its little heart beat, and it was music to my ears. Slowly coming forward, I stray away from some leaves and twigs that might snap. Keeping my feet as light as always. If I didn't do this right, I would have to face off the bucks. Not that I couldn't handle it, I just didn't want to eat all the deer and have none left.

Contemplating on how I should do this, I pick the easiest way. Go for the baby who strays from the herd. That easy. All I had to do was snap its little neck...

I shake away the uneasy human feelings and focused on the fact that I was hungry. Crouching lower, I get ready for the first leap and-

A wolf came crashing down on me right before I leaped. Knocking the breath out of me, I hit the floor with a loud thud. Immediately a loud, angry snarl ripped through my chest and I lunge at the wolf who dared disturb my hunting. I bite the flank of the mysterious wolf and shake hard, little droplets of blood spewing from the wound. Still snarling, I back away, wanting to see who the intruder is. After all, this is my territory, and like many wolves, I can't help but protect it. My snarling abruptly came to a stop as I realized who it was. My stupid friend who I've been friends with since I moved out here.

His dull grey fur matched the clouds above us. His hazel eyes the only thing serving him justice with his dull features. Oddly enough, I liked that he didn't stand out like a green card amongst red ones. But that didn't mean I didn't find him a pain in the ass.