Hunted

Chapter 8

Just a bit of a warning. Um, I sort of got a bit carried away with a sexual nature of this scene in this chapter, and it gets kind of icky towards the end. So if you don't like that sort of thing... Well, um, let's just say you were warned. Read at your own risk. 

---> Azula :)

Chapter 8-Azula's POV

The men carried me back to their camp like I was nothing more than firewood. They chatted about the upcoming feast, another pack coming to visit as if my life wasn’t tearing apart at the seams.

The wound in my shoulder had healed now, and my leg was close to normal, though it still hurt. The rough movement of their walking wasn’t helping the healing process. Nor was their tight grip.

Their camp consisted of a clearing and five caves embedded into a large rock that towered above me like a hill, standing tall against the trees. My eyes were immediately drawn to one of the caves, my breath catching in my throat. The entrance to it was blocked off by what appeared to be a wall of fire. The flames danced with a terrific beauty that left me breathless. Logs were arranged off to the sides of the clearing, leaving the opening to all of the caves free.

I inhaled, the smell of burning wood teasing my nostrils. Then I froze as another, more erotic scent made itself known. Lavender and pine.

Amias was here.

My eyes flitted around as my heart began to pound. Where was he? Why couldn’t I see him anywhere? Why was he not here gloating about his victory? Had something happened to him?

I quickly dismissed that last thought. I had no right to be worrying about him. Not after what he’d done to me. Although it took all my will to do it, I forced my eyes to stop their search.

“Take her to the smallest cave,” the Alpha commanded, barely sparing me a glance. He’d been silent the whole walk back, his smugness radiating off him in waves. How I longed to claw that stupid smirk from his face...

As I was carried away, I twisted around, not willing to give the Alpha my back. His eyes met mine and held, something dark and cold brewing in their depths. I bared my teeth at him, trying hard not to show my fear. He chuckled before turning away.

Suddenly, I was engulfed by darkness, a wet, musty smell overwhelming me. I blinked, trying to accustom myself to the unexpected gloom.

The cave was much smaller than what I was used to, about the width of a large river and the length of a tiny tree. Its only light trickled through from where we’d just entered, and what little light did spill through was quickly slaughtered. If not for my enhanced sight, I wouldn’t have been able to see at all.

The two men threw me down. I skidded, landing in the centre of the cave with a little whimper. The smell of my blood filled the air. My legs burned slightly as the scabs healed.

Shaking off the blow, I jumped to my feet and snarled at the two men, fur bristling. Pain shot through my back leg, reminding me that I wasn’t fully healed yet.

“Easy little wolf,” one of them said soothingly, flipping his blond hair out of his eyes. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

 “Really?” Mahina growled in my head. “After everything that’s happened, he has the gall to say that to us?”

When I just snapped my teeth in answer, the blond haired man sighed and shook his head, as if disappointed.

“Come on Ash,” the other man said, “just leave it.”