The Crown of Humatora

The Beginning (part 4)

My instinct told me to stop, and I was right. The creature, a very odd and terrifying one. I told Fajir and Quill to stop, I even prevent them from running furthermore, big mistake.

Our body collided together, hurting my ribs, I whimper, and turn my head around, it saw us, the monster. I whimper, I think I broke a couple of my ribs, I want to run away from the creature, but apparently having a few broken ribs prevents you from getting away swiftly.

I saw Fajir running into us, the creature swoops in and knock Fajir into one of the trees, Fajir, a huge wolf out of us three, got knocked that easily, it makes me so piss and become my motivation to gets up, even though my body’s aching, I can hear the cracking noise from the breaking bones, but I brace myself and stand up, trying to attract the creature.

The creature looking at me, instead of Quill, which is the main reason I did this, I growl, and bark at the creature, it jumps at me, while I am able to dodge the humongous jaw, I the claw of the creature successfully scratch my front feet, so ecstatic, now I have broken ribs and flesh wound to attend to, so much for a successful hunt.

I see Quill, coming rushing into us, the young wolf manages to bite the left side of the creature’s face, they wrestling in the ground, and while I go check Fajir, thanks the heaven and hell he’s alright, I saw him coming running and when Quill jump away, Fajir came in and now taking Quill’s place fighting the creature.

 I go checking the condition of my little brother, I lick his face, I can see that he’s Injured all over his body, mostly minor scratch, thankfully.

Quill whimpers, the young wolf is not used to being wounded, his mother pampered him so much, one thing that Sabine and Fajir not agreed upon, both of them knows how destroyed Humatora kingdom now is, in Arbediin they even call Humatora an abomination land, a sentiment that actually has some truth in it.

My wolf sensing is hyphen, there’s another elven somewhere, watching us, not a werewolf, not even a Were clan. I quip at Quill, told him to hide and wait, and then I rush back helping Fajir, I can feel a rush sensation flowing through my body, adrenaline or something else, I don’t know what it is, but as soon as I jump and stick my fang into the creature, I feel it, the feeling to seep into the creature’s blood, a need, a hunger, and that are exactly what I am doing, I suck the blood of the creatures and a mysterious thing happened to me, I catch a glimpse of the creature’s mind, I see someone, an elven, with white wings, and he’s not alone.

The creature roars in pain, I keep clawing and trying to seep every blood on it, the taste a little weird, not very tasty actually, but I don’t know, my instinct to bite it and drain the creature blood is too overwhelming, and then for a brief moment, I open my eyes, and I realize, the creature is dead, the body, even make my wolf form a bit disturb and disgusted.

The creature’s body is drying up, mummified in an instant, not even a single drop of blood is present in the creature body’s, I on the other hand feel outstanding, like I have an excess power around my body. Fajir and Quill go into my side. Both of them circle around the body of the creature, trying to make sense of what in the hell is happening, well, not just them.

I transform myself into my elven self and then Fajir and Quill follow suit, Fajir crutches into the mummified creature and then look into me with an amazed face.

“D*MN!! Sabine, what the hell happened?! I thought you already have your fill earlier?” Ask Fajir to me.

“I don’t know, it’s just my instinct kicks in and then, wham… I suck the life out of that creature.”

“More like you suck the creature dry, instead…” Says Quill and then look at my face with a horrified remark. “Sister.”

“Oh, shut up Quill! I don’t even know what happened! You fiend!”

Quill took one step behind me, with a smirk. “Okay, whatever you’re saying.”

“Quill… Stop teasing her!” Fajir punching his brother, warn him about my sometimes enraged version, oh yeah, sometimes even Fajir is terrified about me.

I sense something again, something weird, but this time my sense of danger is being intensified, I look at my brothers and warn them.

“Guys, transform! We have more of these creatures coming towards us!”

I heard Fajir and Quill cursing and together and then we have a hasty transformation into our wolf form, and there they are, the creature, lots of them now, the three of us run away as fast as possible, I mean handling one of those already hard enough, and now there are so many of them.

We dash to go back to the camp as fast as we can, we dive into the branches, avoided many trees, my hyped senses helps me a lot, I even outrun the two of them, that’s the first because even though I have a good instinct, I am still she-wolf who need more stamina from the other wolves, especially the he-wolf my counterpart.

When I finally think we are almost there, a huge cliff vastly in front of us, I stop in time, so does Fajir, but Quill, still need to learn some basic training maneuver, almost dive into the cliff, I manage to bite his tail, and he’s hanging on balance now. Fajir, trying to help us, but the hoard of that hideous creatures finally caught upon us.

They try to warn them by using his alpha power, the intimidation, it works for a little, but they’re not even run away from us, they just stop from their tracks and wait for an opening, I saw everything from a glimpse at my eyes.

Meanwhile, I have the hardest time trying to pull Quill’s up, even though I am getting stronger than usual, he’s still larger and build he-wolf, unlike myself. I can hear him whimper. My poor little brother. I tried my best and I’m already slipping away, I can hear a howling, finally a backup, the creatures though are getting more agitated, I cannot see it, but I feel it, which is strange, and then, a group of werewolves running towards us, it's the warriors from Gandor's camp, they help Fajir handling all of the creatures, I can finally focusing solely to saving Quill’s life, I use all of the remaining of my excess power and then pull Quill’s up, I even manage to throw him into the ground, but sadly, my feet are slipping and I got thrown into the cliff instead.

I lost hope, I just close my eyes and braced for impact, all I can think was that it will be hurt like hell when my body got thrown into the ground, I just hope they will find my body and bring it back to my mother, but, I feel it, someone coming into me, and a sudden gust of wind is whirling around my body and a set of a strong arms hold my wolf, I open my eyes and see a feature of a dark long hair of a perfect chisel face of an elven man with a glimpse of a dark feather at his back, a dark Nephilim helps me from certain doom.

Who is he?