Monster

Wrath (1)

Like a black lightning, I dashed through the pack lands. Chelsea's scream came from a secluded spot a few minutes away. The only sounds that could be heard were those of my raging run and my powerful breath. The forest was silent, all life had stopped. Death was on its way and no matter how much they begged, she would show no mercy. Ever since the young woman's scream had reached me, I had been slowly losing control. They thought they were scary, they were about to understand what true fear was. I was no longer a woman, I was no longer a she-wolf. I was the bloodthirsty monster that brings tears, blood and pain in its wake. I am Fury.

Finally, I approached the place that would see them fall under my fangs. I could feel the rage, but also a certain excitement, rising in me like a shark to which a piece of bloody meat would be presented. Yes, blood was going to flow. My paws were pounding the wet ground of the undergrowth and finally I reached my target. The scene that was unfolding in front of me made me totally lose control. My wolf and I were one. We were only anger and revenge. Chelsea was there, in her human form and completely naked, a silver chain wrapped around her throat. She wasn't moving. Was she dead or just unconscious? I tried to touch her with my mind, without success. Around her five wolves were present, however, two of them were in their human appearances and surrounded the fragile body of the young woman. One of them was already half on top of her, his s*x erect, ready to abuse her. My blood ran cold. Without stopping in my race, I jumped on the pervert. My fangs closed with satisfaction on his throat and, of a sharp blow of jaw, I broke his neck. His companions were just beginning to realize what was happening when I charged at my next target, the closest one, and ripped his hand off. Blood began to flow rapidly. Without paying the slightest attention to his screams of pain, I moved quickly over Chelsea while facing my opponents. I was nothing but instincts. All I cared about was slaughtering them, tearing them apart with my fangs and claws, making them taste real pain. The first wolf jumped towards me and I dodged it while giving him a shoulder blow to push him aside and avoid that he collapses on top of my protégée. Destabilized by my movement, he found himself thrown against a protruding rock. Probably stunned, he remained motionless and I took the opportunity to turn my attention back to the other two wolves. I could see them working together, trying to surround me. I had to force them to chase me to avoid having one on my back and the other facing me. Thinking fast, I considered my options and then I turned round and ran toward the trees. I heard them chasing me, but I was faster and more agile. I was faster and more agile, and my dark coat blended in better with the darkness that was beginning to settle in the depths of the forest. Once I had distanced them, I hid in the thicket, waiting for them. The first wolf went by at full speed, the second one lagging a bit behind. I took advantage of the fact that the second wolf had distanced himself a little too much to close my trap and fall on the latecomer. He was slower than the other wolf, but bigger and heavier. He would not be an easy opponent. The fight that followed was fierce. I bit and clawed at the slightest opening without managing to hurt him seriously. I would need to take even more risks. So I attacked him without trying to dodge. We rolled around in the dead leaves and he managed to grab my ear, which he nicked superficially. His missed attack had given me an advantage though. His fangs still closed on me, I found myself under him, his belly completely exposed. I pressed my hind legs on it and, with a violent blow of my claws, I ripped him open. He hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't realize that his still warm organs were spilling onto me, then his eyes glazed over before he collapsed on top of me, trapping me under his corpse. I didn't have time to celebrate my victory, because his comrade was already coming back to me at full speed. I wasted too much time getting up from the dead wolf, and the other male came at me like a cannonball. His fangs dug into my shoulder, drawing blood. I managed to get out of the way with great difficulty, before sending him tumbling with a rush. We were facing each other, short of breath. I had no time to play. Chelsea was there and there were still two rogues alive. Even though I knocked them out of action for a while, they might wake up at any moment and decide to take their revenge on her. I rushed forward in a display of raw strength toward my opponent, who seemed surprised. Did he think I was that weak? Yet I was told that children are taught to fear the monsters that populate this world. If he hadn't learned his lesson, I would gladly teach him. The impact was brutal, to the point that I heard his skeleton crack under the impact. He was stunned and had trouble getting up, I didn't give him a chance. I tackled him to the ground, his throat between my fangs, and squeezed more and more. Little by little, he was suffocating under the pressure, but that was not enough for me. The hatred which consumed me would not be satisfied with a death as soft as this one. Once my fangs were well planted, I tore out his throat with a brutal movement of the head. The gurgling sound he made confirmed that my job here was done. I turned and ran again as the wolf I had left behind drowned in its own blood.

When I got back to Chelsea, I was unpleasantly surprised to find that the wolf I had thrown against the rock had smashed his skull on it and was not moving. A far too merciful death for him. For good measure, I tore his throat with my paw. It would be a shame if he came back from the dead while my back was turned. All that remained was the male whom I had ripped the hand off. Scanning the bloody scene with my eyes, I finally met his. His gaze was half mad. The pain and the slaughter of his companions had made him lose his mind to such an extent that he didn't even think of transforming to protect himself. He begged and sobbed, his bloody stump clutched to him. Pitiful. The last thing he saw was my wide-open jaws reaching out to crush his skull. It was over.