Damien Shade (the story)

Damien Shade (the story)

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The light-grey wolf could not see anything in the shadows of the trees, but he knew he wasn't alone. The scent of his fear so strong he could smell it himself. That's when he saw it. Two piercing yellow eyes in the darkness, the wolf felt a shiver crawl up his spine. The shadows began to move as the eyes got closer, the wolf was frozen to the ground, the cold eyes freezing him where he stood. Out from the shadows emerged a large, black wolf. He was huge: muscles ripping, his long sharpened claws extended, his mouth open in a snarl revealing large, razor-sharp fangs that can sink easily into flesh. The monster was at least a head taller then him. The grey wolf whimpered, taking a few stumbling steps back only to trip and land on his hind. "Who-who are you?" The grey wolf stammered, his eyes large, white showing all around. The black wolf grinned, the action making the grey wolf's stomach churn. "Your worst nightmare." Then the grey wolf's world went black.
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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