Prey
He stalked through the hills–the scent was intoxicating. He simply had to find it.
He’d watched her for weeks, but now only her scent remained. Why had she vanished?
He had to know why–he had to find her! He couldn’t get her out of his head
His heightened senses clung to the ghost of her scent, but it was never replenished. He was being driven mad by longing!
As the moon swept above the trees he fell to his knees in anguish. He couldn’t live with such torture any longer.
He howled and his lupin form emerged without restraint–what was the point of hinding it anymore?
An alluring scent more than familiar to him inflamed his passion and he lept through the trees.
Suddenly, pain and heat spread through his chest.
The silver broadhead of the crossbow bolt found its mark and dark blood pooled in rivulets down his chest.
He collapsed to the ground as her scent pooled about him. He though he was the preditor, but in fact he was the prey.
With a satisified smile she slung the crossbow over her shoulder, and clipped the bottle of Wolfsbane potion onto her belt.
It never failed to bring her targets to their knees–she was on top and determined to stay there!
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