Welcome back to story time, kiddies! I ain't got nothin' to say except
HERE is a sneak peek to a completely different (OMGNOSUPERNATURALTHINGS) story called
Dream Girl that I'll be looking further into after Rowena and Luke, who are possibly close to being completed. A miracle~~ 8DD
Tell me what you think of Dream Girl, 'kay? They are at a road block and need your love to overcome it! O:<
Oh, and here's your extra long part of Bloody Moon because I didn't like where I had to cut it last time, so I just went on to the real cut this time. Enjoy :3
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The biggest wolf I’d ever seen in my life stood and approached me. He was as big as a Clydesdale horse, thick as a full-grown grizzly right before hibernation, and was the prettiest russet brown with black specks. I would have been afraid of him if I didn’t see the humor in his brown eyes.
“Kent,” I said when he sat in front of me. I had to crane my neck to see his face, and even then I wasn’t sure if I should; wolves were stricter about their rules when they were in wolf form. But he only stared down at me with amusement and laughter; his tail was even wagging furiously.
“Thanks for inviting me tonight. I just hope I don’t do anything to make you guys mad.” I laughed. He nudged me with his muzzle and I couldn’t help feeling his fur; it was just as soft as Ethan’s.
Nature was really amazing. I mean, how could a huge wolf fit inside a normal human being? There was just no possible way—unless you had the paranormal world to look to. And I so happened to have such a world. As far as I was concerned, I was the human queen of this other world. I loved the feeling I got when I thought about it. Powerful, excited, even a little anxious.
Kent turned to the rest of the pack to give orders, no doubt. The white wolf from before stood up and growled; all his teeth were showing, his ears pinned to his head. Kent gave a throaty bark, just once, and the other wolf backed down. Dominance and power at its best.
The pack started to move out, some already racing and pouncing on others. Ethan motioned for me to climb on again. I quickly did so, tucking my legs up like the first time. Ethan followed Kent in a sprint while Kent was almost out of sight. I could hear the wind whistling through the trees and paws hitting the earth evenly. Some of the pack were still around; I could hear their yelping and excited barking. Like hounds during the hunt, I thought wryly.
Then it hit me. “Will I get to see you hunt?” I asked in Ethan’s ear. He grunted. “I take it that’s a yes,” I smiled. This was going to be fun.
Ethan started to pick up speed. The forest flashed by in blurs as the wind, along with small snowflakes, hit my face. I resisted the urge to pull up my hood; it would just be blown back down. As we ran I started to think Ethan was just moving blindly by the way he seemed to be running the same course over and over, yet that couldn’t be true. There were a lot of things to direct him. Like sounds, smells, and most importantly, the thoughts of his pack mates. I wondered how far away they could hear each other.
Eventually Ethan slowed his pace, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I must have been too much weight for him; that run couldn’t have taken so much out of him. Then I spotted other wolves ahead, their panting making clouds in front of them. Was it really that cold? I didn’t feel cold, except in my face.
The snow was pouring faster now, in even bigger flakes. Ethan shook gently and I climbed off. Guess we were stopping here.
We were gathered near a small clearing when I could see a big herd of deer grazing peacefully. Butterflies danced in my stomach. It was time for the hunt. The wolves breathing got quiet as Kent lay down in the tall grass. He stretched out like he owned the place, crossing one massive paw over the other and watched the deer. The rest of the pack started to gather around, staying quiet and keeping low.
I finally pulled up my hood and doused my dry, cracked lips in Chap Stick. Ethan watched as I did so then gave me a very pointed look. Stay here, stay out of the way. I nodded and he quickly joined the pack. I knew how wolves hunted, but werewolves could be a completely different story. Best to stay out of the way; I was content just to watch, anyway.
Kent stood. Ethan came up on his right while a sandy-brown wolf took his left; the alpha with his second and third. They devised the plan of action and ate first. I couldn’t wait to see them in action.
The white wolf started off to the right, three others going with him; the gray wolf with the black mask went to the left with several following; others fanned out and sunk into the shadows. The stage was set, everyone in his or her place. Lift the curtain. Showtime.
Kent took off in a burst of speed with Ethan and the yellow wolf close behind. The deer lifted their heads, taking in the threat for a small second, then quickly made for the forest. Whitey’s group appeared from the trees, yelping and snapping their teeth. The deer changed course. Some were able to get out of the trap but a lot of them were stuck in the middle. Bandit’s group, and the ones who went on their own, were now joining, finishing the circle around the deer. I never saw wolves work like this; they normally ran their prey down.
Ethan took first blood, jumping on a large buck. He tore into its throat even while it struggled beneath him. It looked incredibly small and frail compared to him. The yellow wolf followed Ethan’s lead and tackled a smaller doe, probably one of the sick. It was just a split second when they attacked but all the other deer got away. Would two deer really feed twenty wolves?
Ethan backed away from his kill the moment it stopped moving but the yellow wolf hovered over his as Kent stepped forward. The yellow wolf growled in challenge. Kent rammed his shoulder into the yellow wolf’s throat, knocking him halfway across the clearing, and growled. The yellow wolf stayed down. Good for him.
I stayed right where Ethan left me the whole time. Honestly, I was so stunned I couldn’t move. I was barely breathing. Watching the wolves had been more than a dream come true, it was more than entertainment, it was everything yet more. I couldn’t even describe it clearly. The grace, the speed, the synchronization—it was all amazing. For one split second I questioned rather I really wanted to be a vampire.
Ethan trotted over to me while the other wolves ate—some already muzzle-deep in the carcass while others waited patiently. I noticed Whitey was already gorging himself on the deer, which meant he was nowhere near the bottom of the pack. Blood covered Ethan’s muzzle and all the way down his throat; the fresh red was a strange contrast with his brown fur. He gave me a wolfy grin that flashed pearly white canines; spent time cleaning those off, apparently.
“That was amazing,” I breathed. “And you do this every night?”
He gave something was the equivalent of a human shrug. Ethan walked past me and disappeared into the shadows.
“Hey!” I called, but I couldn’t even hear him.
Seconds later he reappeared completely human and in torn jeans. His hair was disheveled although he continually ran his hands through it; he also looked a little tired. He motioned for me to follow and went back into the clearing, sprawling out on the short grass already covered in snow. Didn’t he feel the cold?
“You really thought it was amazing?” Ethan asked, his green eyes sparkling.
“Yeah. Better than any book could detail, or camera could record. I never saw anything like it,” I replied.
“What about your vampires? Don’t they do cool things like ‘hunt?’”
I laughed. Luke’s coven idea of hunting was finding a packet of blood. They didn’t really respect human life, the Red Cross just made things more convenient for them. They didn’t always have the time to find willing prey amongst the humans, nor did they have the time to go hunting for animals. They always complained about animal blood whenever it was their last resort.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Ethan chuckled.
“They’re very modern Vamps. Any day now I expect one to faint at the sight of blood—a lot of them are big sissies. But not you guys. I know this sounds weird coming from a vampire girl, but werewolves rule!”
Several of the wolves halfway across the clearing barked and howled while Ethan laughed. I guess they all heard what I said. I felt the embarrassment rush to my face.
“You are a strange one, Rowena. Thanks, though. Glad to hear some kind of vampire likes us. An unspoken war raging for millennia, you know.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard about it.” Why they had to fight though, I’d never know. Cats and dogs, I guess.
The wolves were howling again. A loud yet peaceful sound. I actually liked it; music that fit the forest perfectly. Ethan sat up and gave a very human howl, though it came out choked because he was laughing so much, and I laughed with him. I couldn’t not laugh with Ethan; there was just some kind of charm to him that brought out a different side of me.
“Come on, howl with me,” he laughed. “Celebrate the victory.”
I swallowed a giggle, took a deep breath of the cold air, and let out a loud howl to the sky. It melded perfectly with the wolves. Ethan’s howling died to another round of laughter, which caused me to laugh so hard I fell down. I never laughed as much and as hard as I did tonight; I never fell over from laughing.
“I’m impressed,” Ethan said through deep breaths. “I never heard a human howl as good as you do. A natural, if I ever heard one.” He gave me that cute, crooked smile of his. The one that always caused my heart to jump.
“Thanks,” I gasped. “That actually felt good. You wolves get all the fun.”
Ethan moved closer to me and stroked my hair while I relearned how to breathe; I kept getting cold air that burned my lungs. “Naw, not always,” he said quietly. “Vampires are a lot more free reign, which is a lot more fun. Wolves have order, always have to have someone ruling over them, can’t be out of line. Vampires are fine on their own, their natural solitary creatures, but us wolves have a need for companionship, we need someone to keep us in line. Vamps aren’t always like that. They have more fun than us, no doubt about it.”
“Jealous, much?” I asked. I was finally breathing again, although my lungs hurt. It would be okay after I drank some hot cocoa or tea. My mouth watered at the thought.
Ethan smiled again. “Maybe just a little.”
I snorted. “Don’t bother. I’ve spent most of my life being jealous of one person or another. You should be happy that you’re you, that you’re not human. Being human sucks.”
“Known from personal experience, I’m guessing.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
I watched the wolves in the distance. They were dancing and prancing, smiling and laughing, laying about or standing away from the pack. A big, happy family is what they reminded me of. The oldies watching the youngsters play and laugh. It was peaceful even with their loud barking. And because I was so enthralled by the wolves I didn’t see Ethan leaning closer to me until his lips touched my cheek.
“Welcome to the pack,” he whispered. I looked over at him but he was already standing, holding his hand out to me. I took it and he hoisted me to my feet. “Wait right here,” he told me before jogging out to the wolves.
When he turned his back I couldn’t help pressing my fingers to my cheek. He kissed me. Not a romantic, overly friendly kiss, but still a kiss. Luke was not going to like that one bit. Especially if he noticed anything that made me pack.
I waited for Ethan patiently as I could but I was finally starting to feel the cold through the wetness of my clothes. Darn snow and how it melts. Why did it have to melt, anyway? Didn’t scientists think of a way to make super snow? A shiver raced down my spine when I heard a twig crack behind me. I thought it was just one of the pack but it didn’t smell like it. This was a rotten, moldy smell.
I turned but only found darkness behind me, on the right, on the left. Maybe I was just overreacting, still in shock from seeing the wolves work as one. But this smell certainly wasn’t here before. I never smelled anything like it in my life.
“Ready to go?” Ethan’s voice made me jump. I whirled around to face him.
“Um, sure,” I said quietly. “Hey, do you smell anything?”
He wrinkled his nose, took deep breaths. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
“No reason.” Yet I was sure the smell was real. “So how are we getting back?”
“Walk, of course.” He smiled.
“Isn’t it a bit far?” I squeaked. There was no doubt we ran more than five minutes to get here.
“Not from here. Come on, if I don’t have you home on time you’ll parents will worry. Not to mention a certain creature,” he muttered.
I smiled and took his offered hand. Yeah, Luke would have the coven searching for me if I was more than five minutes late. He was a worrier, over reactive at its best. But his concern was nice; it showed how much he cared. I walked beside Ethan through the forest. It was a lot easier to see now that it had snowed and the moon was out. Everything was covered in a white, glittering blanket. Like stars on the ground. It was bright enough to see, though.
It didn’t take very long to get back to Ethan’s truck, just as he said. Every once in a while during our way back I would smell that moldy smell, or feel like someone was watching me. I never brought it up to Ethan, though. He was content walking through the snow bare foot and only in jeans, whistling a carefree tune. I guess running with pack was the greatest thing in the world.
I don’t remember much on the way home, I think I slept through most of the trip, but I remember saying good bye to Ethan. He walked me to the door like any boy would, I said I had a really good time, he said he enjoyed it too, and then kissed my cheek. I wasn’t sure if Luke would know about that one or not; he seemed to have eyes all around my house.
Climbing the stairs to my room felt like hiking. Guess I was really tired tonight, at least now that the adrenaline wore off. In my room waited Luke’s silent figure, watching with a hawk’s eye at my every shift and movement. I waved at him while I made my way to the dresser where warm pajamas were waiting; no time for a shower tonight. Bed, bed, bed, was all I kept thinking.
“Well?” Luke asked from behind me.
“In the morning,” I mumbled as I changed. “Sleep now.”
He chuckled and pulled the blankets back, making room for me. I lay down, pulled the blankets to my chin, and snuggled into his chest. Despite the welcoming life of the wolves, I knew this was where I belonged.
