MY HUNTED MATE

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g home for the past few weeks in my sand blonde wolf form. Sniffing the air, I

my snout to the ground as I attempt to hunt for my breakfast. I come to a cl

I was a few feet away, I leap towards the deer which takes off in a sprint, I follow it

re abandoning my prey. Wandering back towards my cave, I notice my paws are now covered i

y'd find me every couple of days, somehow I managed to escape each time, mo

been offered some help over the years too. Mostly by witches, who were fascinated by natures newest creation be

trees without the intention to and hurting people when I was scared or panick

ces longer without being found and protect myself when I was. I still wasn't sure how I was being found when hiding myself s

caring for people who care for you in return, is that they want

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

nd pull it over my head, the material stops a few inches above my ankles and does nothing to hid the fact my boobs

them before swinging the small canvas bag pack over my shoulder. I wander out of the

removing my boots I tie them to my bag pack using the lac

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 o

l back onto the bank beside the stream knowing that it's too awkward trying to find a shelter

the wooded area near me, my ears perk up listening for any other sounds to i

n until I'm close enough to see a short tanned woman with long curly red hair struggling against a pale man with

ining the man's attention, he examines my wolf f

aks not looking at me anymore, but back at t

to leave here alive. The man, or should I say vampire, before me lets out a huff

I have to kill you? " The man doesn't even make eye contact wit

d to attack at any moment. Finally he stops looking at his hands, paying attentio

bt is now cracked significantly. I stand up, shaking the pain away before launc

m shifting back. A sick smirk takes over his mouth as his eye

g? " He questions, his

ply, flicking my right hand while

e way mine did only moments ago. He leaps to his

ou're a dog! Dogs can'

gh. " I inform, flicking my index and middle

his lips as his halls to the ground with two broken legs, before he

the blood you drained from those innocent people and

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

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

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