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Not Gonna Die by Skillet

Warning: Animal abuse both in thought and literal and sexually sadistic thoughts. No matter what it may seem like, she is not one for bestiality because I'm not either. Allons-y!

He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.
-Immanuel Kant

Adalia's POV

As I sped back to the house sweat broke out onto my forehead; my fangs were attempting to extend pushing against my gums and past my lips. A pained growl escaped my lips as my claws lengthened out and thickened; my cuticles snapped smattering the steering wheel with blood.

As I looked into the rear view mirror Alice and the others were sitting with worried expressions as my eyes flickered. Kyle spoke up offering to drive.

I gritted my teeth and growled out a no.

The SUV slammed into the driveway and all of them got out rushing towards the house not wanting to waste any time.

I opened and closed the door quickly and rushed towards the house; I wasn't fast enough.

Wolf's POV

The Wolf snapped open her eyes taking a breath, the scent of anxiety immediately filled her nostrils it sickened her. For now she was just bored, Adalia never made a habit of letting her out; white hot rage coursed through her directed at the woman that owned this body.

Curiosity cooled her bones, she never had the chance to properly see the town through her own eyes; Adalia was afraid of her, afraid that she would rip her Betas apart without thinking twice. But she was right; the only thing the Wolf wanted was amusement, even cheap entertainment like that would be better than being bored.

Her sense of entertainment was something that even a fellow werewolf would be sickened by. She liked to-well rip things apart, animals mostly, but it wasn't the need for killing that drove them away more so the fact that there was a personality there consciously doing the killing; what would horrify them even more was that she did them whenever she took a fancy for it. It had never bothered her but Adalia abhorred it. The thought made her chuckle.

She could never understand Adalia's distaste for her personality; but then she almost never understood Adalia.

What was more interesting in life then ripping things apart, especially when they started to scream, the sound was beautiful, what was most interesting was when they bled their hot, sticky, coppery tasting blood would splash over her face; she found she rather liked the taste.

What was more exciting then when an artery was torn because the animal would struggle even more, making the blood smear in itself on not just her face but her clothes as well. Then they would enter in a dance of orgasmic passion and delectable terror. Her hands would brush along its sides, claws sinking in brushing past the ribs nicking them. Her tongue would wet her lips and move across the animals neck allowing her to taste it rather than smell. Confusion and horror would blend together in a actively salacious way. Breath would force itself past the animals nostrils, the penetrating scent of fear locking her legs.

Her cheeks would burn with a pleasured blush, her breath would hitch higher and higher; a burning hot coil would press itself harder, harder and harder still; it would instantly dissolve, leaving her panting in exhaustion and exhilaration; the animal laying dead on the forest floor next to her covered in blood.

Breaking out of her macabre reverie she noticed the familiar tightening in her abdomen; immediately angry that she had been so immersed in her fantasy she had aroused herself, the only way to get rid of it would be to do something else.

But what could she do; wander around town until the scents became too much or run off into the woods and tear apart deer and any human unlucky enough to wander into the forest? But a choice like that would arouse her even more, so what could she do?

Perhaps she could harass Derek or that new Beta. But the new Beta wouldn't exactly be very fun; perhaps the next full moon, when he was aware of her chasing him so she would be able to smell his fear.

Derek would be the same, right now he was probably attempting to control the new Beta so she would be bored. Perhaps the deer would be extra afraid now sensing that wolves were out thus making their blood all the more delicious.

Five minutes later she had decided that the fun was well worth the risk and was salivating as she chased the deer, her tongue out to taste the fear and desperation as she nipped at the deer's ankles, power rushing through her as the deer tripped and quickly scrambled to get back up.

She playfully waited on her haunches for it to get up so that their game could continue. By now the deer's legs were covered in blood and it shouldn't have been able to move. The creature was so terrified that it ignored all of the pain burning its haunches.

Those were the kind of games that she enjoyed the most; her prey was so terrified that it utterly ignored all pain they simply made her drool with anticipation.

Its desperation, horror, panic and pain were all simply orgasmic, mixing together into the perfect blend of scents that made her mouth water even more.

Two shapes passed through the trees anger flowing off of the one in the front. She recognized the second wolf as Derek. The chase didn't seem to be anything particularly interesting, actually more than its fair share of trouble, not even close to being fun.

An arrow sped past her face just barely nicking her cheek. That made her angry; the wretched little Beta was ruining everything, he was going to get them caught and killed. And he'd ruined her fun. It was pathetic, he was pathetic; she could smell the anger emanating from him. It was obvious he wasn't paying attention otherwise he wouldn't have an arrow sticking out of his arm.

Who did he think he was ruining her game; a game she wouldn't get to play for another month, hindrances such as this made her want to dig her teeth into flesh more specifically that Beta's flesh. She wanted to rip him apart; teach him what true pain was, dominate him, make him fear her.

But regrettably she could not start her game again; her mood was ruined but she decided it would be best to bide her time and play with him when the time came.

Then out came the hunter. She was decidedly sick of hunters interrupting her train of thought, but now she was entertained.

Derek, being the total stick in the mud helped the Beta escape and her fun along with it; it would have been lovely to see what those hunters would have done to that Beta.

Her train of thought went off into another one her worlds of violence as she imagined the blood splattering and the pained howls piercing the air. It sent a delighted shudder throughout her body.

Jolting she looked up and noticed that the two Betas were headed off further into the woods to escape from the hunters; she wanted to be able to continually keep herself amused with that Beta so she assumed that it would be a better idea to follow them.

Derek was explaining something along the lines of how the hunters had been hunting them for hundreds of years. The anger scent which had evaporated when the arrow sheathed itself within the Beta's arm poured off of him accused Derek of turning him. The thought almost made her burst out in laughter. 'That is not how it works at all, you pathetic, pitiable Beta.'

Derek for some reason felt no need to deny the allegation and started spouting off some crap about helping him and how they were brothers, the mere idea made her scoff, there was no way in the fiery bowels of hell she would ever consider that weakling Beta a brother.

The Beta went off to the edge of the forest and hopped in a powder blue jeep to go home.

"Wolf, I know you're out there."

"How lovely Derek, and here I thought I was being quiet."

"You were but I could smell the blood on you a mile away; but you should go home, the sun will be up in a few hours and Adalia doesn't like waking up in the forest."

"I'll do that after you tell me why the hell you offered to teach that Beta just now; he's not your responsibility you know; there would be no problem in just letting the hunters have him."

"Not everyone is like you, it's not so easy for some of us to toss each other into the slaughterhouse and just go back to torturing some deer in the forest."

"Touché, I don't torture them dear, I play with them, there's a distinct difference. When you torture it's just business, when you play one or both of you is having fun; and I was having lots of fun."

"With you there is no difference, now go home."

"Derek, ordering an Alpha around, the thought makes me a little hot under the collar. But I'll go home; I'll be dreaming about you tonight."

Sorry this is so short, this is technically part of chapter one but I split them to give Wolf a chapter of her own and to disturb you out for the rest of the week but the next chapter may be even shorter. There will be more of her to come; but fear not the next chapter is in Alice's POV. Remember to review; I'd like to make this chapter better so reviews are needed. Any reviews at all; tell me I did well, tell me I did badly and how to make it look better.