Fire & Fangs (GXG)

Chapter 37 - Dark Side of the Moon

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Running.

I was running as fast as I could, my paws thumping against the tough ground harshly, the wind hitting my maw, my furred body trying to create as much distance as it could from the castle. I ran and ran, my mind spinning in circles. I couldn't think and went off of instinct. I needed to get as far away from the castle as I could so I could clear my head. My mind was so distraught with anger and sadness that I would've lashed out if I hadn't left.

And I didn't want to do that.

I might've wanted to kill that bitch, but my family?

I would've never forgiven myself if I had hurt my family.

So this was necessary.

I also couldn't look Alcina in the eyes without feeling my heart break. She was my mate and she hid something so important from me. It made me doubt everything that we had shared since we had planted our marks on each other. It made my beast consolable.

My wolf came to the tree line, sprinting through the trees, and under the underbrush. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp soil, but I could still smell the scent of winter that lingered in the air and on the ground. My heart pumped with the thumping of my paws as I barreled through everything that was in my path not caring what hit my form.

I tried to only think of what was right in front of me and a noise caught my attention,

SNAP

A twig snapped.

And it wasn't because of me.

I stopped immediately, skidding on the dirt as I listened with my enhanced hearing.

The forest was noisy, but I could pinpoint where the sound had come from and what had made it. We had been on plenty of hunts now and I was good at catching my prey. The animalistic side of me was already at the front of my mind, so we dipped low, belly scraping the ground, and started to crawl slowly so as to not scare the prey from us.

All we did was breathe and listen.

The hunt was on and my beast needed this kill.

It needed to feel the warm body underneath us, the struggle, the blood that would inevitably fill our mouths, and the flesh of the prey between its teeth.

I crawled and crawled and crawled, making sure I didn't make a sound with my big body until I came upon the animal that made the noise.

There it was.

A stag.

It looked majestic as it stood there, long horns grown upright, strong legs planted on the ground to carry its large body, and had a shiny coat. It was a red deer. They were pretty common here in Romania and were frequent prey for our hunts. This one was larger than the rest though and I would have mantled it if I were hunting this deer like a regular human.

My mouth salivated and my tongue licked my sharp canines in anticipation.

But deer weren't stupid.

They were actually quite skittish and you had to take the right approach so they didn't run away.

With my eyes trained on the large deer and my hind legs ready to spring at any moment, I waited for the right time to strike. It didn't take long because the deer lowered its head so it was turned just enough away from me that it gave me the perfect opening.