🐲🐉A Howl In the night🐲🐉
🌹(She’s Mine)🌹
🌼Authoress Gift🌼
🍀Chapter 1🍀
☔Suicidal Beginnings☔
The wind swirls around a stick-thin girl, shoving the rain into her face so that it sl@ps at her cheeks. She is minuscule, short and skinny, her eyes a brilliant green that shines like emeralds. However, thick glas-ses hide their spectacular beauty, with lenses that dull her eyes’ brightness and color. Her soft, wavy hair is a startling red, cutting off abruptly at the shoulders, giving her a childlike face to match her childlike b©dy.
She is sitting, her thin dress sticking to her soa-ked skin as the rain pounds even more determinedly on her form, on the muddy ground. Thun-der roars over her head, crackles of lightning striking the air. All she sees is darkness. For her, there is nothing but darkness.
She knows she is in danger of dying. The lightning is close, and if one tree catches on fire, the whole forest will burn. She has nowhere to hide if that happens, no one to call for help. Her cell phone lies beside her, dead from the constant downpour of water. However, it is easy for her to stay calm.
Life is not important to her anymore, though, so she does not care if she sizzles away.
A single tear evacuates her eye, swimming down her cheek, joining the rivers of water that rushes down her b©dy. A living nightmare surrounds her, the terrible breeze slamming the rain into random destinations, the plants swaying. A tree is close to falling on her, leaning her way, precariously close to breaking away from its trunk.
She ba-rely notices that she is crying heavily, her tears accompanying the storm’s efforts to make her as miserable as possible. She feels dirty, the mud giving her a sick feeling in her stomach. On a whim, she wishes for a h0t shower, with warm steam embr@cing her.
Movement is impossible for her.
She wants to end it here. Right now. It would be so easy… so sweet as the pains of life would fade away. She wonders why God had to give her the ugly face, the childlike form, and the snobby attitude that made so many people hate her.
Why does she have to be the unlucky one?
Now she cannot see, the rain blinding her. Her glas-ses slide off her nose, falling to the ground, the glas-s quic-kly sinking into the dirt. Unbelievably, the water starts to pour even ha-rder from the hectic skies, temperature dropping by the second. Goosebu-mps appear on her arm. Her breaths become visible, clouds appearing in wisps directly in front of her.
The cold gets worse.
She looks to the ground, uncertainty in her features. Is she really re-ady to let herself die here? Is it time for her to leave this world?
A tiny sliver of fear enters her thoughts.
She realizes quic-kly that these may be her last breaths. She tries to savor each of them, reaching with a delicate hand to try to catch the clouds that lingered before her. The question pounds in her head, ma-king her dizzy.
Is she truly re-ady to die?
The thun-der looms closer, the clouds overhead p@rting a little. Throu-gh the crack in the clouds, she can sp©t a full moon. She stares at it, awe searing throu-gh her at its beauty. It truly is a wonderful sight, the perfect circle illuminated by pure white light, the only incandescence currently in her world. It is symbolic of hope to her, hope that she will go on. Hope that everything will be okay.
Suddenly a ha-rd rock pounds against her shoulder. She g@sps in pain, her shoulder throbbing from the impact.
The moon vanishes as the dark clouds steal it away from her.
Another object lands on her knee, the same pain recurring. The girl remains in her position, pain etched in her face. She gr-abs the strange rock, holding it close to her eyes so she can see it. Her eyes wi-den.
“Hail,” she whispers as another rock comes hurtling towards her. It is big, about the size of a nickel, falling at an incredible speed. It is aimed for her head.
She sees it coming, an amazing ball of energy, re-ady to deal the death b!ow. She is frozen. Death is finally here to take her away. This is what she wants, right? She should be happy. Deliverance from the pain, the endless suffering, is here.
The fear is the thing that is taking away her happiness.
There is a split silence, and then there is a howl in the night as the terrible ice rock clamors to meet its destination.
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He can hear it. Its accelerated breathing pounds in his ears, signaling its close proximity.
He ventures closer to the pres£nce, the thing that dares to be in his territory at this time. It is terrible timing for the intruder, whatever it is, for tonight he is at his strongest.
Tonight is the night of the wolf.
He is alone, but that is just perfect. He works better when alone.
It sure is a horrible storm, the rain beating on his back, nearly causing him to coll@pse. He wonders why it is trying to trespas-s in this awful weather. The wind rips leaves from their perches on trees and throws them violently into the air, lightning flashing over his head. There is almost a constant roar, almost ruining his concentration. He shakes his head, trying to wave away the storm’s efforts to distract him. His paws crunch the gras-s beneath him as he treks dee-per into the forest. Trees loom before him, casting their dark shadows over his furry form. Danger is in every direction. But he does not hesitate.
He is fearless.
The pres£nce is growing stronger, the wind s£nding the scent to his nose. It is a sweet fragrance, one he has never smelt before; a curious mix of strawberries, bananas, some flavor he cannot distinguish, and a tiny splash of mint. It is a delight, an intoxicating smell that he will remember forever, even when this “it” is long dead. He has never experienced this aroma around a werewolf before.
This smell is so sweet, he wonders if a human could have actually wandered into their midst. Humans generally have nice smells, although none as delightful as this one.
He feels like something is… bonding him to this smell. A longing suddenly starts to fill him, a de-sire to edge closer to the source. This pu-ll is unrelenting, and he feels himself falling even ha-rder into the realm of lvst. He begins to crave this curious smell, and his paws start to move by themselves. He does not nee-d to track it, for something about the scent is guiding him straight towards it. He begins to think that this creature might be a difficult thing to kill.
In fact, killing it might not even be an option, for he fears that if he does, he will lose his sanity.
It alre-ady entices him, begs him to come closer. The smell invigorates him even more as he gets closer to his target, weaving a web around him until he will never be able to escape. He is the fly, and it is the spider. A miserable feeling gathers in the pit of his stomach as he realizes that he is helpless.
What sort of trick is this wily creature pla-ying?
The scent is unbelievably strong now, nearly overwhelming him with its beauty. To werewolves, scent is everything, and he experiences pretty aromas every day. Nothing, though, amounts to this lovely emanation that makes his head spin with dizzy delight. He feels like he is getting close.
Suddenly, the scent turns bittersweet, a sharp note corrupting the melody. Fear and terror enters the scent, ma-king the sugary quality go away and polluting the smell he nee-ds so badly. Now, a sinister stench fills the air, and the terror the creature is feeling fills him also.
Somehow, he can tell the emotions it is experiencing throu-gh its smell. However, the bad p@rt is that he begins to feel the same emotions it does. The smell now is still intoxicating, but filled with nee-d. It nee-ds him.
Want quic-kly enters his b©dy. He wants to experience that smell once again, but not the one it was currently emitting. He wants to make it happy, so the taste of fear will disappear from the aroma. He de-sires that special sweetness with an intensity he never knew he possessed.
His paws start to blur as they zoom throu-gh the forest so fast that even he can ba-rely see them move. The longing is coursing throu-gh him, intensely corrupting his mind until all he can think of is the scent. He has to have it.
He reaches a small clearing, next to a thin creek that spills into Lake Ray a couple miles away. It is a beautiful little area, with lovely flowers and green bushes, the trees graceful and tall. The aroma is overpowering here. The creature must be in this vicinity.
His eyes search for it, looking for the evil thing that manages to produce such an attrac-tive smell. At first, it is nowhere to be seen. But after he adjusts his eyes a little, he sp©ts a figure in the dirt. It is a tiny thing, a small form covered in the thick mud, only a slender back seen from his angle.
He suspiciously circles the creature, trying to make out its features. It is ha-rd to distinguish, the mud camouflaging it in the dirt. When he travels right in front of it, though, his heart st©ps beating.
Though not an overly pretty creature, it is still the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
It is a human girl, with bright green eyes that has a mesmerizing quality to them, pu-lling at him, never re-leasing his gaze. Her hair is a ru-by red, tumbling to her shoulders, the rain ma-king it we-t and shiny. Her b©dy is small, but shapely, the rain melding her tattered dress to her form.
A sudden stab of pain encircles his heart as he realizes what is happening, the beats growing fas-ter. He begins to grow panicked. Is this really happening? Why now? Why, with a human like her?
But nature refuses to listen to his plea-s, binding him even closer to the young woman. This could not be true.
A bur-st of white light comes forth, surrounding his being, then racing to meet the girl. It delves into her skin, soaking her with the white light. She doesn’t notice, her eyes clogged with tears, looking at her toes.
He is affected, however. The realization that he has just done something terribly, horribly wrong shocks him, ma-king his whole b©dy flin-ch.
Shock, as well as anger and annoyance, races throu-gh his b©dy. Nothing good can come of this. Nothing at all.
However, the reluctance fades as he watches her. As it begins to take effect, he feels himself falling into a bottomless pit of endless love. There is no going back. He is ensnared in the tempting spider’s web forever.
Suddenly, another taste of horror explodes in the scent. Hail is beginning to fall, and he can tell that she has been hit. Her eyes, as she looks up, are listless. She stares past him, as if she doesn’t notice he is even there. Painful tears evacuate her, pouring down her form. A small g@sh on her leg emits dark droplets of blood. He suddenly feels the nee-d to protect her, to guard her. What is he doing, just standing here? He nee-ds to move!
A tiny scream escapes her, ripping into the night as a hvge piece of hail comes hurtling towards her. Her eyes snap shut, fear overtaking her. The scent is consumed by terror, terror he has to eliminate if he wants to experience that sweetness again. He jumps immediately, trying as fast as he can to land over her form. To protect her.
He re-leases a guttural howl as he soars to be her shield.
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