My Hunted Mate
Chapter Two

Corinna

As the sun rises in the sky, I cautiously walk out of the cave I'd beencalling home for the past few weeks in my sand blonde wolf form.Sniffing the air, I begin to trot along happily when I replace no suspiciousscents 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. Icome to a clearing, immediately noticing a deer wandering theovergrown field gracefully.

Lowering myself I creep towards the deer slowly, quietly, only makingmyself known when I was a few feet away, I leap towards the deerwhich takes off in a sprint, I follow it closely. Within seconds, I'vetackled it to the ground and dug my canines into its neck.

Once it stops trashing around, I begin to feast, eating as much as mystomach allows before abandoning my prey. Wandering back towardsmy 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 firstthey'd replace me every couple of days, somehow I managed to escapeeach time, most times with broken bones or deep gashes, which bynow have turned to scars.

As more creatures became aware of the existence of a hybrid, the moreI was being hunted. Although, I had also been offered some help overthe years too. Mostly by witches, who were fascinated by naturesnewest creation because of this I quickly began to learn to use andcontrol 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 wasscared or panicked, the last of course came in handy when thosepeople were the ones hunting me.

Thankfully now I was in full control of my gifts, which meant I could usethem to mask my scent, meaning I could stay in places longer withoutbeing found and protect myself when I was. I still wasn't sure how I wasbeing found when hiding myself so well, but because I was walkingaround with a giant target on my back, it made it harder to have anylong term connections.

At first I did try to connect, the problem with making friends, caring forpeople who care for you in return, is that they want to try protect you, Ilearned 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'mback standing on two legs. I stretch myself out as I wander deeper intothe cave, my eyes are still able to see perfectly regardless of thedarkness of my surroundings.

When I replace my bag pack sitting in the corner where I sleep, I open it uppulling out a dirty white summer dress and pull it over my head, thematerial stops a few inches above my ankles and does nothing to hidthe 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, stuffingmy feet into them before swinging the small canvas bag pack over myshoulder. I wander out of the cave and begin my journey to look for anew shelter near some kind of water supply.

After about an hour of walking I get bored of this form, removing myboots I tie them to my bag pack using the laces, then slip off my dressshove it into the bag in a ball.

When I'm on four legs again, I take the bag into my mouth and take offin 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 totake a drink. I shift back onto two legs, grabbing the familiar steelcanteen from the bag and filling it before sliding my bare body into thewater.

After I wash away the dirt, blood and sweat that has gathered over thepast few weeks, I crawl back onto the bank beside the stream knowingthat it's too awkward trying to replace a sheltered place to sleep while it'sdark out. Instead I decide to sleep as a wolf on the river bank.

My eyes snap open from my peaceful rest when a twig snappingechoes through the wooded area near me, my ears perk up listening forany other sounds to indicate that what I'm hearing is more than justanother animal in the woods.

I receive the opposite information when I hear a woman's soft cries, Itake off toward the sound as fast as I can until I'm close enough to seea short tanned woman with long curly red hair struggling against a paleman with silver hair who is covered in blood and pinning her to a treeby her neck, her feet barely touching the ground.

A low threatening growl erupts from my chest, gaining the man'sattention, he examines my wolf for a moment before he rolls his beadyblack eyes.

" This is none of your concern dog. " He speaks not looking at meanymore, but back at the woman who has tears running down her face.Taking a few warning steps forward, I growl once again, announcing hislast chance to leave here alive. The man, or should I say vampire, beforeme lets out a huff of annoyance before tossing the woman to theground carelessly. He turns toward me.

" Are you going to leave so I can enjoy my meal in peace or do I haveto kill you? " The man doesn't even make eye contact with me as hespeaks, instead he inspects his bloody finger nails.

As a response, I start to circle his figure growling, making it known I'mprepared to attack at any moment. Finally he stops looking at hishands, paying attention to me now. I push off the ground, leapingtowards 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 painaway 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 shiftingback. A sick smirk takes over his mouth as his eyes rake down my nakedform, 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 whilequickly muttering one word in Latin.

I watch as his body collides with a tree, the same way mine did onlymoments ago. He leaps to his feet with inhuman speed, looking at mewith 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 myindex and middle fingers downwards while muttering more Latin.

Loud cracks echo through the woods along with the groan that escapeshis lips as his halls to the ground with two broken legs, before he canheal I hold out both of my palms in his direction, chanting now.

He begins to scream loudly. " You feel that? That's the blood youdrained from those innocent people and it's turning to acid, burningaway at your insides. "

Continuing to chant, his screams get louder along with my words untilhe breaks out into a coughing fit. I watch with narrowed eyes as hecrawls onto all fours, coughing up the blood of his victims. After aminute or so I turn my hands so that my palms face the star coveredsky, 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 hissides, I walk over to him, placing my foot on either side of his bodybefore I kneel down to straddle him. I hold my hand out above me andspit out another word in Latin. A branch flies into my hand, I snap it inhalf.

The vampire's beady black eyes widen as he glanced at the wood thatwas now sharp enough for what I needed. He opens his mouth to speakbut 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 asblack as his pupil.