Mated To The Dragon✔(COMPLETED)

Mated to The Dragon- Ch. 2

Mated To The Dragon- Chapter Two

Scarlet's nose pulled up in attempt to block out the horrid smell. She would have to ignore it. As much as it twinged her to know that someone else was being dealt the deck of cards she had numerous times before, she remained in place.

Surely, leaving would be instant death by The Grinder. And she wanted to live.

So for the next few minutes, she ignored it all, trying desperately to get some sleep on her cold, uncomfortable little rock.

With no avail, the sore Omega struggled to her feet. She looked around, assuring herself that no snitches would be awoken to witness her department.

Light snores still echoed around the night, and besides the cricket chorus that had been going on for hours, there was just the restless shuffling of her pack members.

Scarlet had learned to use her tininess to her advantage. She was underweight, having being attacked if she even dared to come close to fresh meat, (Even though she were the one who risked her life to fetch food in the first place) and she had to settle for roadkill. The decaying meat did nothing for her hunger and would sometimes make her sick.

Being held out from food meant she was small and feeble; light on her toes. It was fairly easy to crawl behind the cave where her Alpha and Luna were bedded down. She took soft cautious steps, memorizing the rocky platform and taking her time to place one foot in front of the other.

She knew where the cliff was within the darkness, and she knew where the stones were weak and cracking. Gracefully and silently, Scarlet hopped off of the cliff, landing gently on her feet.

Once more, she looked around for any signs that she were to be caught.

Everyone was still asleep.

With a small sigh of relief, she toed off. When she was far enough, her careful walk dashed into a full sprint, and within seconds, her paws paddled through the dirt.

Leaves crunched beneath her, creating another noise to blend into the night. Rocks poked at the padding of her feet. Her breath came out in short spanned pants, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth as it did everytime she ran in wolf form.

Scarlet's dingy white coat rippled and bellowed behind her as the wind sliced through her fur. She felt a small bit of freedom, but the fear of being caught leaked through the barrier she kept up.

She couldn't.

As she distanced herself from her pack, she wondered why she was being so stupid. She was letting her curiosity and empathy control her.

Bobbing her large head, she stared foward. The scent was even stronger, and as she got closer to the source, she thought she heard a weak growl.

It finally came into view, favoring the sight of a battleground. Unresponsive bodies scattered the ground. Weapons of all sorts, mostly spears, had been planted around, stained with the liquid redness that leaked from the humans.

She slowed down to a trot, shutting her mouth as she took in the scene. Something tugged at her. She didn't know what it was, but she felt the mental pull whilst she scanned for any last survivors.

There were none.

A more foreign scent demanded acknowledgement. She had never smelled it before. It was strong, powerful, and it sent off a dangerous warning.

This was no wolf. No wolf could do this much damage, not in a million years. They were indeed strong, but only in packs, and it seemed to Scarlet that all these deaths were caused by one individual.

It wasn't a Vampire. Vampires were silent but deadly hunters. They never caused a scene. They were careful with who they chose, and they made sure to clean up the mess and leave no traces afterwards.

Maybe it was a newborn? Scarlet heard that newborn Vampires could be vicious creatures, killing without a mercy available.

The Omega took a whiff of the air again. No, the perks of being a newborn Vampire was that you still had the scent of a human until your days prolonged. She knew for a fact this did not belong to a Vampire, nor a Werewolf . . . so what caused so many deaths?