A new day, same drill, same old me, running around the forest of Havenstone Pack. The moonlight casts its light upon the dark forest as I scurry along, weaving through the unknown, searching for my prey. Unbeknownst to me, I am the Prey.
I sense something fast approaching towards me, with a killing intent and something I've never felt before. Its aura and speed were not of this realm. Before I could turn on my heels, it struck me—
"Lisandra." I flinch, familiar with that voice well enough.
I tilt my head slowly like it'd be if any good. I was suprised to see Cristian—naked. I turn away shyly. "Are you kidding me?—"
"What?" He asks innocently like he had no idea he scared the hell outta me.
"I thought—no, you were hunting me, Cristian." I say defiantly. My hands now on my hips, with Cristian making his move around me from behind.
"No, I wasn't." He says with a scrunched face, clearly confused. He observes my facial expression. "But I think I might know who it is, Lis." His face lit up with a smirk.
I turn my head to face him directly, now fully dressed with his dick bulging out of his pants. "Who?" I ask curiosly without haste.
He pokes my head. "Your mate." He bursts into laughter.
Despite the fear I felt minutes ago, I couldn't help but feel my cheeks flush. "No, it wasn't. I know what I felt. Something struck me."
"I did." Cristian says. "Loosen up, Lis, besides it's The Choosing in a few days—you'll see him soon, your mate. If that's what you're concerned about. Even lesser wolves have mates." He walks away after nudging me to come back home.
I sigh and then take a step after which I head it again, this time, a low growl, more feral, a shift in the air I could smell like my own scent. I turn back to see a pack of wolves, well, rogue ones…
I take a stance—at least, what I thought was a stance, and i knew better than to try to shift. I would look like a pup compared to them. My size so small like that of a wolf child.
Amongst them, a brown—like wolf lunged at me with full speed and force its claws aiming at my chest. I barely dodged in time as it scraped me slightly but enough to weaken me. My breathing stopped for a moment—my instincts more heightened. I let out a low growl, aggressive enough to be taken as a threat. It came at me again, while the others move forward, surrounding me. I throw my claws around blindly as it missed but one—the one with the black fur. It refrained from any attacks—for a moment.
Now, It screamed out in pain, howling and growling, a beautiful way to define "I'm doomed." I retreat with haste as I make my way down to the keep not before it struck me. My head collided with a rock and the only thing I could see before I passed out was a menacing look across the wolf's face.
When I woke, I was surrounded by a body of dead wolves. It was relieving yet distraughtful. The manner in which the wolves had been utterly slaughtered was alarming. I turned on my heels as I hit a solid figure. I look up to see the Head of the Havenstone's Hunt Pack—Heir to the Alpha, Lucian Zaek. He was tall and had a broad chest as well as shoulders. He had a torch in his hand—it lit up his face, cold and handsome. His beautiful grey eyes moving from left to right as if searching for something on my face.
"M—my Prince." I stutter.
"Who did this?" He asks.
One of the men behind him comes foward to analyze it. He crouches as his eyes scan it throughly. His hands runs across the wild markings on the dead wolves body.
"Rogues..killed by another rogues, maybe." The man says.
Lucian's eyes were still fixed on me. "No. Rogues don't leave markings as brutal as that. Tell me—" he bends to my eye level, "who killed those wolves?"
"I don't know, My Prince. I was out here taking fresh air under the moonlight, then I heard something strange moving around the forest. Its movements were not of a wolf's. I think that's what killed them." I explain.
"So you think—something of your imagination—killed a highly skilled wolves? Clearly you must be taking me and my men for a fool." His eyes gleamed under the fire's light, sharp and accusing like a predator moving on its prey.
I heard it again—that sound that hunts me even in my dream— the growl of a beast I knew not. My wolf lets out a growl if its own. It moved round the forest surrounding us with an immense amount of speed and deathly scent. Something is about to happen and I might end up at the forefront of it all.
The men turn around sharply, some shifting to their wolf form rapidly , their senses now heightened, searching through the night for a shadow not of theirs. How could they find such?
"We're not done." Lucian said, turning his back on me.
Then it struck him.
I gasped. It was like ripping apart the soil from the ground. Slow and painful, a hot pain searing through my skin.
But it wasn't me. Yet, it felt like it was a part of me.
It flashed before my eyes—shot from across the trees slamming its huge body against Lucian's. His legs flailing helplessly as he was dragged back into the deepest part of the forest. I ran after him. I ran recklessly—I ran like it were my duty.
I ran like he was my mate. "Lucian!" I called.
Then I stopped—I stopped broo felt like I was being watched. Deep into the forest, and around me I sensed glowing eyes on me. I take a step back.
Another.
Then silence. It was silent.
Then I heard a low growl, closer to my person, than ever before. I felt a surge of emotion and suppressed anger coarsing through me. I turn around and face it—after all, lesser or not—I am a beast, and to some, a myth—a nightmare, but this night, I choose to not to resist.
It was real.
And damn did it know my name.