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Scarlet's POV:

Hunted

Well, it's official. This night has sucked.

First, I got held back by my Dad from going to the party because he wanted me to cook him dinner. Cook him dinner. Can you believe this man? It was satisfying to see him gasp in pain from the bucket loads of hot sauce I'd put in the soup, but it was seriously annoying that I had to show up to the party an hour late. Then, I had to deal with Captain Cocky's flirting, with both me and Cress. I swear, if he goes ahead and breaks her heart, I will break his nose. And now a bunch of hungry wild animals have broken into the house! Honestly, what could I have possibly done to get this much karma?

The other party guests are in full-blown panic mode, screaming and shoving each other to the floor in their rush to get away. Not that I can blame them when freakishly huge wolves are running all over the house.

Their size isn't the only odd thing about the wolves though. I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as a blond wolf. But I'm looking at one right now, slavering ad growling at the sight of all the yummy human teenagers it wants to have for dinner. I'm also pretty sure that wolves can't have blue eyes, at least not adult ones. Yet the hungry eyes of the black-furred wolf are a very striking ice blue. Maybe these things are hybrids or something?

But I have more important things to worry about than weird fur and eye colours, such as living to see tomorrow morning.

I observe the panic from the top of a subwoofer. Despite the fact that the animals are literally drooling at the sight of all the tasty living food in front of them, they don't seem too interested in actually eating them. Whenever a wolf happens to bring down one of the partiers, it just gives them a long sniff before leaving them in search of other prey, almost like they're looking for something specific. Well, whatever they're looking for, I hope they don't find it.

Sadly, the hope turns out to be in vain.

A giant wolf with bright ginger fur grips Cress's long hair in its teeth. She screams, though I can't tell if it's in fear or pain, and the wolf starts sniffing her. All the blood drains away from my face as a triumphant light enters its grey eyes. It's going to eat Cress.

Well not if I have anything to say about it.

Grandmère has always been a little… odd. One particular example was when she gave me a gun for my eleventh birthday with the words "You just never know when a stranger will want to take you somewhere you don't mean to go". I had been a little disappointed at the time, but now I hardly go anywhere without it. It had been a bit of a hassle to bring it to the Commonwealth, but it was definitely worth it, especially now that I'm at a party under attack by giant wolves.

I tug the pistol out of my waistband and take aim at the wolf with a hold on Cress. I'm not aiming for a fatal shot, just something to drag its attention away from her (which should be easy. That thing is bigger than me! It should be able to take a bullet wound).

I pull the trigger and the gun goes off with a loud bang. The wolf howls in pain, releasing Cress who immediately takes off as fast as her short legs can carry her.

I allow myself a satisfied smile as blood quickly begins to ooze from the bullet wound and down the wolf's side, turning its fur dark and sticky. Hopefully I didn't hit anything important. I don't really know that much about wolf anatomy.

The wolf swivels its head around to look at the wound, eyes wide and blinking, as if it's surprised. Unfortunately, the shock doesn't last long and it quickly starts scanning the room, eyes narrowed and glinting with murderous fury. When it spies my gun, its lips peel back in a snarl. Okay, so somehow this thing knows that guns give bullet wounds. Damn it.

Roaring with rage and vengeance, the wolf charges at me. It slams into my subwoofer hard enough to make it topple. Yelping with fear, I jump off just before the speaker can hit the ground and start running for my life.

I tear out the room and through the smashed front doors, the wolf's heavy footsteps right behind me. No way can I outrun this thing! It's literally built for running! I've gotta slow it down.

Without tearing my gaze from the front lawn ahead of me, I point my gun behind me and start firing random shots, hoping that a few of them would hit the wolf's legs or something. The beast yelps a few times with pain and I think it's starting to slow down. But I'm not taking any chances, so I keep running full tilt. By the time I reach the front gate, my gun starts making that fateful clicking sound. Out of ammo.

I curse and tuck the now useless weapon back into my waistband. Now how am I going to distract this thing? It seems to have fallen a bit behind me now, so I guess that's something. Please, please, please let me have crippled it.

I take a random turn and start running down the rows of mansions and villas that make up Thorne's neighbourhood, cursing its lack of hiding places. Where's an alleyway when you need one?

I narrow my eyes at the fork in the road at the end of the neighbourhood. Hopefully there will be some hiding places around it. Almost there… almost there…

I start to hear the wolf's thundering footsteps again and pray that it's just my fear-influenced imagination talking. I glance behind me just to be sure and… crap, it's the real thing, ginger fur and all.

Unfortunately, that's not the end to my bad luck. I run into something solid and big, stopping my progress altogether. The thing grunts with surprise as I stumble back. Okay, so it's a person.

As soon as I regain my footing, I glare at them in frustration.

Their bright green eyes blink down at me in surprise. "Scarlet? What are you-"

Whatever Wolf's about to say is cut off by a furious roar.

I turn back to look at the wolf, just as it shoves itself off the ground and into the air. Somehow, I manage to scramble out of the way as it pounces. Relief spreads through my chest. I get to live a little longer!

But the relief quickly twists into horror. Because the beast has found itself a new target. A scream tears itself from my throat as its teeth flash for Wolf's neck.

A/N: Wow, you guys must really hate me. Two cliff-hangers in a row! I really am evil!

So Scarlet still has her gun in this story which lands her in the revenge box for a giant wolf. What's up with that anyway? Why are the wolves gigantic with weird fur and eyes? And what were they looking for at the party? Will Wolf survive to the next chapter? All in good time… and by "good time", I mean next week. Please review!

P.S: I've got exams coming up, so if my updates start slowing down all of a sudden, it's not because I've given up on this story, so don't you guys give up on it either you hear me?