I Scored Myself A Mate

warning: gore

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In his wolf form he felt unstoppable. His eyes a bright gold shone intensively into the dead night. Darkness all around him but his white fur, pure as snow was like a beam of light into the darkness. His paws were as light as feather, his breathing short and fast as he ran inside the forest. He had forgotten how it felt. How it felt to be strong, fast, agile. How it felt to be alive. 

As he entered the compound, his nails digging into the ground that his house was built on he howled into the moon, signaling every one of his historic arrival. The Great White Wolf had arrived and he was planning to punish them, all of them who hurt the people he loved and cared about. The night was cold but his body, covered in thick and soft fur was burning up, uncontrollably, every single one of his muscles, every pore on his body and his beastly mind was asking for blood. Nothing more than the taste of ripped flesh between his sharp fangs. To kill, to kill everyone that wronged him. That was the only thing he was asking for. 

He noticed the fight, as his legs took him to the back of the compound. A lot of wolves. People that belonged to his pack were there, fighting two elves in the middle. He knew those elves, he knew the king with the golden powers and his trusted shadows. He rushed right in, leaping high into the air and taking down with him, while he landed two wolves that were ready to attack. He was enormous. Even the ones that were considered strong looked like cubs in front of him. He growled, standing in front of Allias and Theseus. 

The golden king knew. He had realized who he was and what was happening. Alexander turned his animal shaped head, staring him into the eyes. He still got his sanity. The king nodded, grabbing Theseus' hand and pulling him away. 

"We can leave. Let's go free the others" he told him. The general stared at him in disbelief, not understanding why Allias wanted to leave the fight. He always enjoyed those moments but the moment this unknown wolf appeared he simply stepped back. "Let's go." He ushered him and the two elves left him alone to fight. 

Now he could do whatever he wanted. He realized and looked at the people that were surrounding him. Not people, wolves. Black, grey, red and brown ones were growling at him but were too scared to confront him. His golden eyes scanned them, one by one and he could even recognize a few. Classmates, neighbors, all people that had insulted him once or twice. The worst one though was her. The woman that stood behind them, shielded by them. Her blonde hair dance in the night breeze, her body as fragile as a twig she observed everything with her cold stare. 

"What are you waiting for? Get him!" she commanded them and all of the wolves, like they were one body jumped forward bringing him down. They bit his back, his legs and even his neck, the sound of jaws opening and closing, the cries of ripped skin and his pure fur turning bloody was enough for him to get angry. He tensed his muscles, pushing his muzzle into the ground before he put pressure on his front legs and pushed them back with force. All of the small wolves were pushed everywhere, landing on their backs and on their sides right and left. 

He didn't want them though. He wanted her. She would be his target tonight, the one who would end his endless thirst. He clawed a few wolves that still dared to stand in his path. He didn't care about anyone, he could only see one thing, this girl in front of him, a few meters away. Her eyes had turned into perfect circles. The fear growing on his chest rooting her to the ground. She screamed, taking an instinctive step back only to tumble her feet on a tree root and fall on her butt. 

She was trembling tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Alexander jumped right in front of her, walking between her legs, slowly, scaring his pray even more. He would get to rip her to shreds but first he needed her to beg. Cry and whimper. He growled, opening his jaws, revealing the rows of deadly teeth and she gasped, covering her mouth with her palms so she wouldn't scream. She dragged her body backwards, even though she knew she couldn't escape. 

"Please! I am sorry. I will stop" she begged for her life, her skin turning pale. Her breath stuck in her throat. She felt it. The approach of death, she could see it in his eyes. He had no emotions right now, no, he did. It was just anger and bloodthirst, he was overtaken by them, becoming the known beast that everyone seemed to be scared of in their pack. He really was him, the one who could kill all wolves, the one who bathed in the blood of his enemies. She had been such a fool and now she was paying for all her sins. She had chosen to cause this mess but fate was always wicked. There would be no way she would always get out unscathed from the things she did. It was time, her time to pay for her crimes but still, even if she was aware of that she couldn't accept it. 

She stood up messily, falling and getting up once or twice. Her breath coming out as if she had been running for hours, her heart a crazy drum in her ears. The night was cruel, darkening everything on her sight and Alexander didn't stop her as she tried to escape. 

He was giving her hope. Being the villain in her story he was letting one small door open just so she could think she could leave and then break her mentally before he broke her physically. He desired to annihilate her and fast and painless death, one with pride wasn't something he deserved, after all the destruction she had caused. 

She had gotten quite far, her body used to exercise, she made huge leaps creating a big distance between them. Seeing how he did not move she seemed to relax, a relief calming her mind and heart. Maybe she could escape, maybe she could make it out of this alive. Maybe the wolf would leave her alone and go to find Luke. Maybe now she would be lucky again. She turned her head, looking back to make sure that she had released herself from his attention. Her eyes widened and she stopped, hopping she was mistaken. The wolf had disappeared, leaving an endless view of her friend's bodies. In those instance she had decided to run away Alexander had killed everyone, creating a new cemetery for their souls. 

"No…no…" she mumbled and got ready to start running again, his body returning to his form, staring right ahead. He was there, in front of her. All she had managed was get to the back of the compound. She hoped that someone would be there, anyone to take her away but the place seemed completely deserted as if the gods didn't really want her to escape. 

"No…no…" she mumbled and got ready to start running again, his body returning to his form, staring right ahead. He was there, in front of her. All she had managed was get to the back of the compound. She hoped that someone would be there, anyone to take her away but the place seemed completely deserted as if the gods didn't really want her to escape. 

A growl reached her ears, making her palms cover them. She was scared, trembling on the spot she stood. She wanted to get out of this nightmare. Somebody please help her. This ghost, this phantom, this curse was after her and she knew by now that he wouldn't let go. No matter how many times she turned, no matter how many times she changed her path he would be there, ready to devour her staring right into her wicked soul. 

"Stay away from me!" she screamed but it was fruitless. Alexander wouldn't get scared nor pity her. Her tears only added more satisfaction. He decided it was time to end this, his body itching for the taste of blood, her flesh between his teeth. 

He jumped, his enormous body stretching into the air before he landed on top of her. He pressed his paws on her shoulders pinning her down and his fangs dived onto her neck. He ripped her skin, pulling it with his teeth as her screams created an enchanting hymns. The taste of flesh, the metallic blood on his tongue. His teeth dived deeper as he ended up decapitating her. 

He would do more, he wished to rip her to shreds, make sure that nothing was left of her by the time he was done but he was stopped. A voice, desperate and loud destroyed his feast. There was a man with eyes like the moon standing in front of him. 

He had killed Lily what was stopping him from killing him too?

"Alexander no! Please." He begged him. 

Luke, the man with the moon like eyes was him. He jumped away from Lily's body, his blood between his jaws dripping on the grass. He whined, like a hurt dog before he turned around and ran away, disappearing into the woods.

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