"Well, well well. If it isn't little Maxie"
A tall olive skinned man walked out of the enclosure of trees where the spear flew from.
He straightened his pose appearing a few inches taller, silver colored hair and green eyes.
His frame lean and muscular as he was draped in a fur coat of a wolf.
"Ela, it's t-the Darkata!!"
Max yelled out as he shook like a leaf being blown in the wind.
Cold sweat broke down his brows as he recognized the man in front of them.
The Darkata are a pack known for the brutal killing of other packs and trespassers of their territory.
The only pack strong enough to deal with them were his brother's.
So what were they doing on their turf?
"Didn't expect my pack to be this famous, the name's Damian"
The now identified man spoke with a tone of arrogance, as he leaned against the tree to his left, arms crossed with a smirk forming on his face.
"More like infamous"
Elaine quipped as she took a battle stance, her nails slowly elongating as her hands started to morph into claws.
Her once silver colored eyes slowly glowed as she became a bit more animalistic, her blue colored hair also growing long in length reaching her waist.
Damian raised a brow in amusement of the transformation before him.
Pushing himself off the tree and giving his full attention to the now transformed Elaine.
"Oh, a hybrid?... Now that's rare"
Upon taking a closer look at her, his eyes narrowing as they gave off a soft faint green glow.
But there was no warmth in those eyes of his, just coldness with a bit of insanity.
"No, you're not there yet, quite impressive really."
He remarked giving a slow mocking clap which echoed through the forest as he walks towards his prey.
He could smell her,
'The mark of a mate?... No it's fading.'
He thought to himself as he noticed her slight reddish eyes.
'Signs of crying. Oh this will be fun'
Elaine felt a shiver run up her spine noticing the look he was giving her. It felt so animalistic, as if he wanted to eat her whole.
Not one to let her mind wander off, she quickly tightened her stance and prepared to strike once he was in range.
'That's it, get closer so I can slit your throat right open'
She could feel him closer, a small smile forming on her face.
6 feet
5 feet
4 feet
3 feet
'Now!!!'
She roared out mentally as she swiped with her right claw, straight for his throat.
And it hit, she saw blood gush out as his eyes widened in shock.
'Heh, what an overconfident fool, and to think the clown was scared of-'
"Behind you!!"
Max yelled but the warning came too late.
Damian was suddenly behind her, holding a sharp dagger to her throat with his left hand as the look of panic flashed on her face.
'An afterimage!?. How did he-'
"Do that?"
Damian cooed in her ears, adjusting his grip on her.
Constricting her body like a massive python.
"You underestimated me, little pup,"
He said his hot breath hitting her neck, sending another wave of shivers down her spine
"You would make a beautiful mate"
he drawled as he traced his finger down her face.
"Pity that fool Jason threw you away. Heard that he found a replacement for you...your dead sister."
Elaine felt sick to her stomach as his cold hand touched her face.
It felt slimy moving around her face touching her ears and slowly resting around her neck, choking her slightly.
'This bastard!!!, I'll rip his hand off it he didn't have that knife to my throat'
The mention of her sister didn't help to calm her down as it made her blood boil.
"I didn't think the idiot was into necrophilia, but who am I to judge?"
Damian shrugged as he kept Elaine in place.
His ears twitched and he quickly glanced at Max who's hand was a few inches from grabbing the spear he threw at him earlier.
"Move an inch and I'll slit your little girlfriend's throat"
He growled stopping Max from reaching any further.
Seeing, his instructions heeded, he turned his attention to the prey at his mercy and continued talking.
"Killing him, I'm sure would make you feel better, but he is a tad more powerful for me right now and id rather not have the other packs after my throat"
His blade pricked her skin, threatening to drain her dry of blood.
"But then again, taking you might draw his ire"
The hand choking her tightens, cutting her supply of oxygen, turning pale.
'I need to get out of here!!'
Elaine tried to rip his hand off her throat but he brought the dagger to her jugular.
"For that reason you are useless to me"
He slit her jugular only to make contact with.
'Air?'
Bam!!
A swift fist kissed his jaw, its power sending him flying through some trees, finally being stopped.
He groaned as he got up dazed, his jaw hanging
loosely with some of his teeth missing, testament of how powerful the blow was.
'What just happened?'
Elaine asked herself as she felt two strong arms holding her like a bride.
But her musings were cut short by Damian who proceeded to transform into his werewolf form, standing on his hind legs as his jaws healed quickly, broken teeth regrowing.
Not giving his attacker room to move, he swiftly charged at him and swiped his right hand, claws glistening with the intent to kill.
But it misses, swiping the air once again.
Bam!!
This time it was a kick to the back of his head, all he felt was intense pain as he stumbled forward.
'Who is this bastard?!!'
Using the momentum of his stumble, he placed his right hand on the ground and kicked back with his hind legs only to miss.
'Again?!!'