Beast

1

Lacing up my boots I struggled to stay awake.
Come on.
I was shaking but in my years of training I took each breath in slow.
Calm down.
"Dawn let's fucking go!" Aiden yelled at me.
"Coming!" I grabbed the sleek sword that fit tightly to my hip, leather jacket with hidden blades inside, I was off.
Meeting up with Aiden at the front door I have one last glance to the home I made. Small shack with a small bedroom and bathroom. Aiden was someone I found running, he slept on the floor in the "living room". Everything was going to be burned and I had what I needed. It was small but it was all I had to call home.
I followed Aiden as he pulled the meat off the fire, packing all a could and cooking it so we don't have to stop.
"Fuck we need to hurry." Aiden mumbled. Quickly there were only smoldering coals left, lighting the cabin up, we ran. Down to the river I followed the warn down path. The sound of the animals chirping and crickets humming eased my nerves. Until it stopped.

Then I felt it. I felt him.
No.
He was close.
"Aiden hes-" I had no time to speak.
"Right here, darling." I gasped and The wolf man snarled and tore Aiden in half right before my eyes. Blood spattered against my skin, I tasted it. I felt my lip quiver and my knees shake. Oh fuck. I tried not to look at Aidens gurgling steaming corpse. Fuck I'm going to puke.
His eyes glowed red, bloodthirsty. Hair covered his shoulders, back down to a long tail with wolf like legs, but beefier, thicker. His hands that of hair and fir, claws like that of daggers dripping with my dead friends blood.
I was in shock.
His snout was pulled back into a grin, thick muscles wrapped around his arms, and shown through his trail of stomach fur. It was dark blackish red. I didn't know if the red was really there, or if it was dried blood. His ears flickered in satisfaction at my reaction to his show. Teeth glowed at me as his smile grew and his eyes widened at the sight of me.
It was the monster in my head, images flashing before my eyes as I slept. It was him. His doings, killings, hunting.
And the worst part was, apparently he's my mate.