Omega

Prologue

“Wake up!” My wolf growled, “Danger!” She yelled as the hairs on the back of my neck pricked. I obeyed her and got up into a defensive stance and a low growl escaped my mouth. I stalked forward sniffing the air and found a scent I didn’t recognize. My muzzle lifted showing my canines as I let out another warning growl. My ear twitched picking up the sound of a twig snapping; the hairs on my back stood erect as I took steps toward the intruder. I heard a growl echo through the trees around me signaling that the other wolf acknowledged me. The growl was low, too low for a female, so it had to be a male. A tall rusty colored wolf emerged from the thick brush in front of me. I growled again, showing that I was not afraid. He took another step towards me, towering over me while I was in a crouch ready to defend myself if needed. He brought his large head down to mine and growled once more.

                That’s when I lunged for his throat.

                He moved out of the way just in time and nipped my ear. I yelped in pain and felt blood trickle down my burning ear. I growled furiously and lunged at him again, he dodged me again, nipping the same ear once more. It was then that I realized that going for his throat wouldn’t work so I tried a different approach; I laid down. When he walk up to me, thinking that he’d won, I bit his ankle, tasting the salty substance that filled my mouth I let go. As he howled in pain I stood up on my back legs and used my weight to push him down. I towered over him then and growled at him showing my canines again, this time so he could see them.

                As I continued to look at him I realized that I wasn’t fighting another werewolf, but an actual wolf. I knew from past experiences that he wouldn’t give up until he had won and took me for his own, or if I killed him. I decided to take the easier route and clamped my teeth around his throat until his struggles and labored breathing was no more.

                I grabbed him up by the back of the neck with my teeth and drug him to a large tree where a giant buzzard almost immediately claimed him as her own. I didn’t want to claim this wolf for my meal because I had enough respect and pity for him. It was bad enough that I killed him in the fight that he started and obviously thought he’d win and eat him? No. I backed away from the wolf carcass and buzzard and sat on my haunches watching as the bird tore the flesh away from the still-warm meat and begin eating. My mouth starting to water as my stomach made a weird growling noise.

“Hunt, now.” My wolf demanded me. I stood back up and walked the opposite direction of the buzzard and dead wolf. When I was far enough away from my latest kill not to smell him, I lifted my nose to hunt, kill, and eat.

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