The first I knew that I was being hunted was the arrow that sliced my shoulder. Its silver tip burning the skin as it grazed the flesh near my neck. Another couple of inches and it would have been my throat.
I spun round and scanned the tree line, the nails of my hands extending into claws. A slight tingle in my eyes and I was sure they had taken on their sky blue colouration. They always did when I released the wolf within. I controlled the power and urge to let my lupine side free. Many of my kin had met their end because they weren't able to keep their beast under control.
I watched the tree line for signs of the next attack which I was sure would come. Ethereal fingers of fog glided through the tree as the waning moons light shattered and broke on the outstretched limbs of oak and pine, falling to earth in silver shards.
I allowed my lungs to fill with the night bourn smells of the forest. Two scents caught my attention, another wolf. A bitch if my nose didn't deceive me and the fragrance of roses.
The next attack when it came was two pronged. Another silver tipped arrow flew out of the mist while a wolf attacked from the undergrowth to my left. I was expecting the arrow and was able to snatch it out of the air. The wolf attack I wasn't expecting.
She launched herself at me and I felt teeth close on my shoulder. Ripping flesh and touching bone. Through the haze of pain my beast gained a little more control and I felt my muzzle elongate and my fangs push through my gums. A growl escaped my lips. The force of the attack threw us both backwards to land heavily on the ground. My ability to keep my beast under control paid off. Still in mostly human form I was able to gain the upper hand in the fall. Quickly rolling onto my feet before my hunter had time to react to my fall I was soon on my feet with the wolf bitch held in one arm. Holding her to my body by her throat, I held the arrow, which I still had in my hand, to her chest. I scanned the tree line again in the hope that this wolf meant something to my attacker. At this moment it was the only advantage I had. I moved my hand as if to plunge the arrow into the wolfs heart.
"No!" the voice that came from the depths of the mist was female and had a musical quality to it.
"Come out of the mist where I can see you." I commanded.
The figure that emerged from the mist took my breath away, I felt the beast relax its control and my muzzle returned to it human shape. My attacker seemed to materialize from the very mist itself. The figure was defiantly feminine; in fact she was the image of perfection. She walked with a natural grace and confidence that spoke of both strength and agility. Dressed in black from head to foot her choice of clothing allowed for both ease of movement and to compliment the soft curves of her body. Soft, flowing black hair with streaks of white cascaded over her shoulders reaching well below her waist. She wore a leather vest which revealed the soft pale skin of her arms. Intricate tattoos could be seen and I had no doubt that there was some mystical purpose behind them.
Just watching her I could feel passion rising again and the animal made itself felt once more.
"Drop your weapons" I demanded "and I mean the ones I can't see as well, or the bitch here suffers a broken heart" she striped off the harness that held a pair of cross swords over her back and various other bladed weapons from her clothing. "Now step over there." I said once she had dropped all the weapons that I could see. She moved away from the weapons. "If you are going to hunt me then at least have the balls to face me claw to tooth. Or maybe you don't have it in you to face me"
"I'll put you down like the dog you are" I was impressed, there was real hatred in those words.
I brought my mouth to the ear of the wolf and whispered a silent chant and its body slumped in my arms. I saw concern flash across my hunters face.
"Don't worry she will just sleep for a while." I said as I gently laid the wolf down......I had no desire to harm one of my own. No sooner had I released my grip that the hunter launched herself at me. I had expected this move and braced myself of the attack what I didn't expect was the jet black wings that unfolded behind her and lifted her into the air. Instead of hitting me she gripped my arms and lifted me a few feet into the air. She wasn't strong enough to carry me far but she was strong enough to launch me into the truck of a nearby oak. Pain erupted across my back with the impact and I fell, landing on my face.
As I got to my feet I was just in time to see her gliding towards me again, what I didn't have time to notice was the big fucking branch she had in her hands. She batted me across the head and once again I was airborne. Landing heavily, I lay there unmoving trying to remain conscious. I was getting my ass kick by a girl. As I lay perfectly still I heard her land softly nearby and advance towards me. She believed me to be unconscious and was coming over to finish me off. I sensed her leaning over me and acting on pure instinct I punched upward. It was a lucky blow that connected with her face. I was instantly on my feet and the few seconds in which she was stunned were enough. I launched another blow to her face and I saw blood in her mouth. Grabbing her arm I threw her against a tree and she landed near her weapons, but she was well and truly dazed and as she tried to regain her feet I took a belt from the pile of weapons on the ground. Walking over to her I wrapped the belt around her neck and dragged her to a tree where I then tied the belt around the trunk. She was going nowhere now, wings or no wings.
I walked round to face her and I could see fear in her eyes even with the defiant look she gave me. Two overwhelming desires surged through my body. The beast within me wanted to taste her flesh, while the man in me wanted to taste fluids of another kind. I would need to satisfy both. As I approached her she struck out with both hands and I had to take hold of her wrists. Pushing her arms above her head I brought my face to within a few inches of hers. The scent of roses filled my mind as I looked into those beautiful green eyes. I noticed them glance quickly to my shoulder, to the bite wound that was still bleeding. There was a hunger in those eyes even though she tried to hide it.
I cannot explain my next actions. There was no reasoning behind them. Shifting my position slightly, bringing my shoulder to within reach of her mouth. She looked into my eyes and something passed between us. Turning she bit into my open wound and drank my blood. Pain exploded in my wound and it took everything in my power not to pull away. Then after a few seconds of her feeding the pain was replaced with a kind of pleasure.
I began to feel the effects of blood lose and had to pull my shoulder away from her mouth. She wouldn't give up her feeding willingly and she bit harder into the wound and I lost a small piece of flesh to her mouth which she swallowed.
Looking into eyes I could see the bloodlust there and my blood around her lips. My own hunger welled up inside me. Moving so that I could hold both her wrists in one hand I used the other to grip her hair. I then brought my mouth to hers and kissed her, my lips meeting hers. She tried to struggle away but my hand held her firm. I tasted my own blood on her and risked sliding my tongue into her mouth, expecting it to be bitten for my cheek but no bite came. I broke the kiss.
"Bastard!" she spat into my face.
I took my hand away from her hair and gripped her throat, lifting her head and exposing her neck. Allowing my eyes to linger over the soft pale skin I entertained images of that delicate flesh being torn by my teeth. Moving my hand I allowed my nails to scratch down her white skin. There was once again fear in her eyes as she saw the hunger in mine.
My hand reached the top of her vest and with one swift movement I tore it open, revealing two beautifully formed breast. I brought my mouth to her nipple and sucked. My fangs pushed through my gums again and I felt them sink into the flesh. Blood oozed on to my tongue.
