My Hunted Mate

Chapter Two

Corinna

As the sun rises in the sky, I cautiously walk out of the cave I'd been calling home for the past few

weeks in my sand blonde wolf form. Sniffing the air, I begin to trot along happily when I find no Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

suspicious scents around the area.

The birds chirp happily in the trees as I wander around the forest, keeping my snout to the ground as I

attempt to hunt for my breakfast. I come to a clearing, immediately noticing a deer wandering the

overgrown field gracefully.

Lowering myself I creep towards the deer slowly, quietly, only making myself known when I was a few

feet away, I leap towards the deer which takes off in a sprint, I follow it closely. Within seconds, I've

tackled it to the ground and dug my canines into its neck.

Once it stops trashing around, I begin to feast, eating as much as my stomach allows before

abandoning my prey. Wandering back towards my cave, I notice my paws are now covered in blood

and release a huff, knowing there is no lakes or streams in this area to wash in.

Since I fled from my pack, they've been hunting me restlessly. At first they'd find me every couple of

days, somehow I managed to escape each time, most times with broken bones or deep gashes, which

by now have turned to scars.

As more creatures became aware of the existence of a hybrid, the more I was being hunted. Although,

I had also been offered some help over the years too. Mostly by witches, who were fascinated by

natures newest creation because of this I quickly began to learn to use and control my gifts, which I

had been struggling with before that.

Once my gifts were awakened, I found myself setting fires as I slept, toppling trees without the intention

to and hurting people when I was scared or panicked, the last of course came in handy when those

people were the ones hunting me.

Thankfully now I was in full control of my gifts, which meant I could use them to mask my scent,

meaning I could stay in places longer without being found and protect myself when I was. I still wasn't

sure how I was being found when hiding myself so well, but because I was walking around with a giant

target on my back, it made it harder to have any long term connections.

At first I did try to connect, the problem with making friends, caring for people who care for you in

return, is that they want to try protect you, I learned my lesson after one too many losses.

As I reach the entrance of my cave, I shift back, my bones crack loudly, the noise echoes through the

cave making it louder then usual until I'm back standing on two legs. I stretch myself out as I wander

deeper into the cave, my eyes are still able to see perfectly regardless of the darkness of my

surroundings.

When I find my bag pack sitting in the corner where I sleep, I open it up pulling out a dirty white

summer dress and pull it over my head, the material stops a few inches above my ankles and does

nothing to hid the fact my boobs are bare underneath but it's the only clothes I have, other then the

outfit I own for when the colder seasons hit.

Deciding that I need to bathe, I grab my scuffed black boots, stuffing my feet into them before swinging

the small canvas bag pack over my shoulder. I wander out of the cave and begin my journey to look for

a new shelter near some kind of water supply.

After about an hour of walking I get bored of this form, removing my boots I tie them to my bag pack

using the laces, then slip off my dress shove it into the bag in a ball.

When I'm on four legs again, I take the bag into my mouth and take off in a sprint. By time I come

across a stream the sun is starting to set, dropping my bag I walk up to the stream leaning my head

forward to take a drink. I shift back onto two legs, grabbing the familiar steel canteen from the bag and

filling it before sliding my bare body into the water.

After I wash away the dirt, blood and sweat that has gathered over the past few weeks, I crawl back

onto the bank beside the stream knowing that it's too awkward trying to find a sheltered place to sleep

while it's dark out. Instead I decide to sleep as a wolf on the river bank.

My eyes snap open from my peaceful rest when a twig snapping echoes through the wooded area near

me, my ears perk up listening for any other sounds to indicate that what I'm hearing is more than just

another animal in the woods.

I receive the opposite information when I hear a woman's soft cries, I take off toward the sound as fast

as I can until I'm close enough to see a short tanned woman with long curly red hair struggling against

a pale man with silver hair who is covered in blood and pinning her to a tree by her neck, her feet

barely touching the ground.

A low threatening growl erupts from my chest, gaining the man's attention, he examines my wolf for a

moment before he rolls his beady black eyes.

" This is none of your concern dog. " He speaks not looking at me anymore, but back at the woman

who has tears running down her face.

Taking a few warning steps forward, I growl once again, announcing his last chance to leave here alive.

The man, or should I say vampire, before me lets out a huff of annoyance before tossing the woman to

the ground carelessly. He turns toward me.

" Are you going to leave so I can enjoy my meal in peace or do I have to kill you? " The man doesn't

even make eye contact with me as he speaks, instead he inspects his bloody finger nails.

As a response, I start to circle his figure growling, making it known I'm prepared to attack at any

moment. Finally he stops looking at his hands, paying attention to me now. I push off the ground,

leaping towards him to make the first attack.

Within seconds I'm on the ground after being tossed against a tree, that no doubt is now cracked

significantly. I stand up, shaking the pain away before launching myself at the vampire once again this

time, taking a chunk out of his leg.

As he starts to heal, my bones crack making it known that I am shifting back. A sick smirk takes over

his mouth as his eyes rake down my naked form, only fuelling my desire to end him.

" Changed your mind dog? " He questions, his smirk never faltering.

" Not for a second. " I answer simply, flicking my right hand while quickly muttering one word in Latin.

I watch as his body collides with a tree, the same way mine did only moments ago. He leaps to his feet

with inhuman speed, looking at me with shock.

" That's impossible. You're a dog! Dogs can't do magic! " He cries.

" Correction I'm a wolf. Only have wolf though. " I inform, flicking my index and middle fingers

downwards while muttering more Latin.

Loud cracks echo through the woods along with the groan that escapes his lips as his halls to the

ground with two broken legs, before he can heal I hold out both of my palms in his direction, chanting

now.

He begins to scream loudly. " You feel that? That's the blood you drained from those innocent people

and it's turning to acid, burning away at your insides. "

Continuing to chant, his screams get louder along with my words until he breaks out into a coughing fit.

I watch with narrowed eyes as he crawls onto all fours, coughing up the blood of his victims. After a

minute or so I turn my hands so that my palms face the star covered sky, stopping my chants to speak

another singular word in Latin.

His body flips so that he his laying on his back with his arms stuck to his sides, I walk over to him,

placing my foot on either side of his body before I kneel down to straddle him. I hold my hand out

above me and spit out another word in Latin. A branch flies into my hand, I snap it in half.

The vampire's beady black eyes widen as he glanced at the wood that was now sharp enough for what

I needed. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can get a word out, I jam the wood directly into

his heart. His skin slowly fades into a deep grey and the white of his eyes turn as black as his

pupil.