HER Young Mate (Completed)

Part One Hundred and Six: Blinded by Bloodlust

I can smell blood that is similar to Lucy's.

I know I'm close.

My jaws drool at the thought of finding them.

Taking care of anyone who won't follow.

I want revenge.

I blink my eyes, adjusting to the red tint of everything. In my anger I feel the rush of it, I feel the hunger to kill, the taste is sweet on my tongue. The dreams which once haunt me are now in full before me- but I no longer fear the rage- I welcome it.

They won't be expecting me, because we had already ran tonight. They are close, as I zero in on them I realize just how close.

They don't know how strong we are.

They don't expect me.

They won't see what's coming for them until they see my face.

They shouldn't have gotten this close. They should have never threatened my family.

I wanted to cause suffering to anyone I knew had hurt the people I love.

I constantly smell the air as I look for them, finding old traces of my families blood in the air, little hints of where to start.

I growl.

I'm seeing red so deeply that I can hardly see any shapes or space, and I have to remember my family to calm down, take a breath without analyzing it, move forward. I'm so close to them that the sweet tastes of their death gets stronger in my imagination.

I stop. They're no more than half a mile away.

I focus my energy, I calm down, I imagine the ocean, and Cora's face, and the kicks of my children against her stomach, and I change back.

I stumble as I stand back up, my body cracking and popping back into place, my shoulders last, as always popping with a loud crack that makes my teeth hurt. When I shift they grow the most, and they're a bitch to place back, but I need to do this, for myself. I know they sense me as I walk up to their camp, and I hear them fumbling around in their tents, but none of them go for guns- because this is personal, this has to be solved the way our kind has always solved things. We have to fight- and the strongest will prevail. I pray silently that it will be my people who overcome.

Then I hear the cracking again. This time it's not me, though. It's them, turning back into wolves. They growl from the pain of changing twice in a night. They aren't as accustomed to it as we are. The third time I do it tonight will be excruciating, so I have to hold off on it as long as possible.

I hear them all waiting, I sense them trying to read my thoughts. Waiting for me to change.

I whistle once, a basic call you'd give any dog, because that is what these wolves were, dogs. I knew it would only be a matter of time before one of the twenty or so in front of me warned the others in the nearby camps less than a few miles away, but slowing them down was all I intended anyway. Cora was right, I would never be able to take them all. I'm sensing closer to two hundred of them.

I would die for my family if I had to...

Tonight wouldn't be that night, though.

It couldn't.

I listen for any of them to make a move, my hair on end. I try to stay in control, but my wolf is the one listening for the sound of their hearts. My wolf is the one preparing me to fight. Without him I would never be able to do this. I need him, I need him to be heartless, because if he isn't I won't be able to go through with this. My wolf is the only one who will push me to do something that I know could keep me from my family, if it's necessary to protect them.

I sense a couple, in the tent to my left, back down in fear, and it angers the wolves surrounding them.

I take another deep breath, and as I exhale two wolves charge forward, ripping through the tents. With snarling jaws- the first leading an attack at me.

All I see is red, and my body takes over, and I'm acting before I can even think.

The wolf is so close I see his teeth before they snap at me, but I use his momentum against him. I duck below him, grab his fur, and twist, as hard as I can, as I dodge his falling body, and pull his neck further.

I'm panting for air as the second, smaller, wolf hesitates. I feel the bond as their Alpha. The same one I felt with Lucy. I didn't want it, but it was there. I drop the wolfs lifeless body in my hands down.

I shake my head at the wolf, but she charges, and I toss her over my shoulder, and she yelps out in pain as her body hits the ground, and I growl loudly in my rush. I feel my wolf tearing at my skin to get out, I can taste the blood in the air.

I can't wait any longer, I have to change.

I take off running away from the camp, as I hear them sending calls, and arguing, changing- more and more of them, changing.

I hear the first two wolves who surrendered being mauled by their former brethren.

The thick red veil ripples as the painful popping and snapping of my bones occurs again. Flashes of death cloud my vision- vocal chords stuck in my teeth, blood spraying from my jaws as I tear upwards, skulls cracking under my paws. My wolf is in control now, and my bones click into their final places as I run forward in the night, at least ten on my trail already, dozens more behind them.

I send out a call.

I don't want to give away any plans, so I just call out to an individual: Durst. I know he will be the closest to the girls, my wife, and the house. If he is changed then I know the others are already out and running. And if anyone can holler back from this distance, it's Durst. His call alone will put me at ease.

I hear an endless chain of howls from the rogues behind me, and then suddenly there's a break in the sound as most of them listen, and I hear it. Durst's howl. They're ready, and I know it's now or never. I have to lead these rogues straight towards my family...

But I can't- how can I?