"I said leave." Osiris growled. It wasn't a normal warning growl it was a feral growl, an I dare you to disobey kind of growl.
I wasn't sure what conspired between the two but before I knew it familiar sounds of pops and cracks filled the forest. The snarls of furious wolves drummed inside me ears like angry war drums and the once four supernaturals that stood to talk were now a blurry mess of watercolor.
Claws flew through the air slicing deep into each other's fur. Cotton ball size loss fur floated in the air as they all tried endlessly to sink their teeth into one another.
Blood soared through the sky finding a home on my skin. I recoiled deeper into the shadows wiping vigorously at the blood as if it were acid.
My stomach knotted as I watched everything unfold. I was so consumed with processing what was occurring that I didn't even take the time to take in the beauty of one of the wolves. Knowing what I know now and with the fixation my eyes had on a single wolf I know it had to be Osiris.
His dark fur coat was a drastic contrast to the bright white snow. But it was his eyes that took my breath away.
He had pinned the wolf he fought just mere feet from me and I couldn't help but gasp. His eyes were fiery orbs of molten gold. Those savage eyes would make a grown man cower but all I could do was stare in awe.
The fearsome beast was a force to be recon with but all I saw was a protective wolf, protecting what was theirs.
He was mine and I was his but as much as I craved to indulge in that warm fuzzy feeling it was drenched in the reminder of all the lies.
Osiris shifted back with his large hand wrapped tightly around the wolf's neck. I watched in utter disbelief as Osiris strained to keep the aggressive wolf down. Claws scraped wounds into the soft flesh of his arms. Blood oozed down in streams leaving most of his muscular arms stained in red.
"Get out of here Phina," He ordered though my body remained stuck. "Now!" He shouted as the wolf lunged up its teeth only millimeters from his face.
I snapped out of my trans crawling quickly out from under the shadows. My shoes crunches in tot he snow as I ran in the opposite direction as them.
I didn't know where I was going, hell I didn't even know where I was but anywhere else was much better than being there. My lungs burned against the frosty air and my eyes teared up from the wind.
Who were those people? Why were they fighting? What cause them to snap?
So many questions with so little answers. Like where was Aspen going in the first place? And how on gods green Earth did Osiris get to us that fast? Was he following me this entire time?
I was both annoyed and some how, dare I say it thankful. Internally I groaned at the thought that's ever be thankful for anything he did for me, but with the blood image of him fending off those beasts I could deny the obvious.
Running blindly in the forest I came to stop when I noticed I had ended up in an open clearing. The open free space felt eerie and out of place compared to the haphazard forest of trees and fallen logs.
Clouds of my hot breath left a hazy fog in front of my face as I scanned the area for anything that looks familiar.
Nothing looked remotely familiar.
"Great Sera! You got yourself more lost." I ranted to myself.
I took a step in the direction I thought would lead me back home as a echoing howl broke out across the woods. My heart fluttered in a nauseating way, in a gut wrenching way.
Pain shot up my forearm and in a panic attempt to keep from keeling over I gasped. I clutched my arm to my chest as I pressed my back to the nearest tree.
What the fuck? It felt as though my arm was being torn from my socket. I screamed out as another searing shock travel up my spin. Pain radiated up my arm. I pulled back the sleeve of my jacket revealing raised inflamed scratches down my arm.
Blind sided by the pain I failed to notice the monstrous wolf that slowly approached.
As if my life couldn't get any closer to distraction.

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FantasyThe girl with no wolf. An extra mouth to feed. A liability. A defenseless miscreation. Seraphina had heard it all. She had felt it all too. The bone aching bruises, the defenseless claw scratches just shy of her neck on the edges of her collarbone...
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