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Peter cursed as he tripped over a hidden branch as he rushed towards his pack.
He was doing his rounds when he heard Talia’s howl.
It was a full out brawl against a group of hunters as he burst into his backyard. He could hear the little ones sobbing within the house.
His sister ripped the rifle out a lanky man’s hands before slicing her claws across his chest.
Peter jumped in as one attacked teenager Derek. He was beyond pissed that these bastards thought it would be a good idea to attack his pack on their land.
They didn’t stand a chance.
As the hunters fell one after another, a movement out of his peripheral vision caught his attention. A young woman with blonde hair was laughing before turning and escaping into the woods. She made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
He sniffed the air and it was tainted with copper. As he chased after the rogue hunter he gagged on her scent. It smelt like cheap perfume sprayed on a decaying body.
He growled as he closed the gap between them. She had a head start but he was faster and knew these woods like the back of his hand.
He tackled the huntress and they both tumbled down a steep hill. Branches, stones and debris dug and cut them both up. The woman cackled the whole way down. He heard a bone snap and realized it wasn’t him as the woman yowled.
A gun went off when they were close to the bottom and a bullet went through Peter’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” he yelled. It felt like lava as Wolfsbane entered his system. The only good part was the bullet wasn’t lodged and healed within him. Pulling out a bullet is no fun.
The agile woman staggered up as they hit bottom and leaned heavily against a tree. Her bone was visible in her leg.
Her eyes gleamed with hatred and she cringed and forced a laugh at him. “That’s my own special blend. I hope you suffer you ugly dog. This is worth it.”
She pointed to her injury. “My old man has done worse.”
Peter gripped his wound and growled. He kicked at the woman’s other leg and grinned at the sound.
Dizziness was coming over his vision.
Tears poured down her face but she didn’t utter more than a small groan. She lifted her gun and aimed it at his head.
He used the last of his strength to lunge at her. The gun was thrown a few feet away without going off.
He extended his claws and sliced it across her throat.
She grasped at it as blood spurted from her exposed artery.
The world was titled.
No. He would not die like this.
Her body swayed for a second as her body fell over like a brick. Copper, hatred and her gross natural scent surrounded her dead body.
He stumbled to her and her eyes were dead. He gritted his teeth. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he used his claws to finish the job. Once the head was removed he collapsed on the ground.