Creature P.o.v. ~

My paws ached with every bound while my wings flapped with anticipation. My fur was ruffled and clumped together, making it uncomfortable for any type of movement. Some of my primary feathers were bent at odd angles, the secondary's smashed underneath.

My stomach aches for the taste of blood, and the moon only increases the need and want of it. My body won't be able to take much more; running, limping, and gasping. I can't take any more risks…

*Run and Fly*

I'm running through a forest somewhere in the north. Its night, an almost peaceful time of day, and the white coats are still chasing me with their new breed of mutts. I've been calling them 'Jaws' because of their almost needle-like teeth. Any bite given by them can be fatal. They were injected with some sort of virus that breaks down blood cells, causing blood loss and rarely, vein pops.

You may be asking, "What the heck are you?" and "Why are mutts chasing you?" That's an easy answer. I'm the white coats main experiment, their ultimate experiment, and I just broke out of a small school located in Montana around the borders of Idaho. Yup. The school just lost its main test subject, me.

I didn't use to be alone. I had a nice family, but they shouldn't really be called family now because they left me behind during the time I needed them the most. They left me in the middle of a war zone and forgot. That day was just the start, but I need to get back to the present time.

"Doctor said not to let the creature get away! He'll have our heads if she escapes our sight!" A Jaw hissed, his voice almost close to thunder. He's the alpha of the group. I'm sure of it.

There are 5 of them now. They mimic my movements and stay on my tail.

"She's heading to a-" a Jaw howled, getting cut off in the process. Oh no… No… No, no, no, no, no!

I ran to a cliff. What am I going to do? What do I d-

"We got you now, freak," the Alpha growled, bearing his needle-like canines. I growled back with anger as he, and his beefy crowd of mutts, advanced to a mere 15 feet. I was backed up against the edge now.

"No." I tried to say, but it came out as a faint airy breathe.

"The freak's trying to speak to us. Isn't that just wonderful?" Alpha chuckled, throatily. My legs quaked, threatening to give out on me as gravel scratched the pads of my paws. The wings that were crudely attached to my wolf-like spine wrapped around my boney waist while I tried hard not to whimper loudly. That would only show fear. I was not weak, afraid.

"Come on now. You know you'll never get far. You'll drop like a rock, freak," Alpha growled, rising up on his haunches.

We'll see about that, Alpha, I thought before pouncing off the cliff edge to the upcoming ground below.