Behind Enemy Lines | 2

Chapter Twelve

Hey everyone! This is the start of a '21 Day Upload' or basically me uploading 21 chapters in the span of three weeks. I'm on my Uni/College holidays now and I'll go mad if I don't have something to do! Hence, here we are :)

I'm aware I said I'd upload yesterday, but it is Saturday somewhere right now so that's my excuse... and my computer froze and I had to reboot it which took an hour too long :/

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think  :)

Libby xx

Elijah knew how difficult it was to run after a creature of the forest. The Hunter had run after many wolves before to hunt them down for execution, but he had never run after one to stop them from injuring others. Again, Elijah knew a lot about the extent of a wolf's power. He knew almost everything; he has never witnessed one cry, they are loyal to a fault, have a constant thirst for hunting down prey, and always take out their anger with violence. That was why he was chasing his Princess Thalia through the forest around their cabin right now.

He saw the look of pure black anger as soon as Raven finished speaking, and how her hair was glistening gold; moments away from shifting into a furious Royal wolf. Elijah was surprised that Thalia even made it out of the cabin. I guess it's another characteristic with Royals; that they can hold onto their anger that little bit more. He thought as he pushed his body to chase the golden beacon in the distance. 

The Leader of the Hunters was notorious for his strength and stamina, but he was panting as he tried to keep up with the furious Royal. His prickling neck was alerting him of Thalia's presence, his body warning him about her temper and for him to run the opposite way, but he ploughed on. He had to calm down the Princess before she took her anger out and made a beacon for the vampires. While they appeared safe in that cabin, there was still the chance that Thalia could alert them if she roared or tore down the forest. 

Glimpsing gold to his left, Elijah adjusted his course. Leaping over fallen logs and weaving between trees, getting wacked by leaves along the way, he chased his wolf. His Hunter instincts were screaming at him in regards to Thalia's anger but the experienced supernatural mercenary was detecting worry and pain as well. He wasn't sure what exactly had set off the Princess into an anger storm but he was worrying about the damage she could do. 

Thalia was sprinting with all her might to the nearest waterfall, so that the volume could drown out the sounds of her anger.  She was fuming; she hadn't been this angry since her twin Lorraine cut the ties between them for that fake-mate 'Jasper'. The Royal knew that her hair was glowing with her wolf's anger; they were both raging. It was taking all of Thalia's skill not to erupt into a blazing golden wolf and let her rage on the forest around her. She also knew that her mate was behind her and gaining. 

Clenching her jaw, she diverted left and headed to a clearing further down the waterfall, the stream calmly working its way through the trees as though ignorant to her anger. With her feet digging out the dirt beneath her as she sprinted for the stream, Thalia collapsed on her knees at the bank. Her fists were clenched as she stared in her reflection. She stared down the black-eyed woman in the stream. Her hair was shining, her body trembling, mind screaming, and lips bleeding. She'd bitten down on her lip in fury. Her head cocked to the side as she heard the Hunter running into the clearing. Elijah was panting as his green eyes locked with the back of Thalia's head. 

Silence echoed between them as they caught their breath and Thalia attempted to calm down. The Hunter waited until the wolf was no longer blazing. While the hair was still a golden blonde, the wolf still at the surface, Thalia's anger was also simmering at the surface. One wrong phrase and he'd be sliced to smithereens and the vampires would know where they are.