The first official kill part 3

(Wolf's pov)

I should have killed him when I was younger. I realize now my

mistake. After he raped me he left to get a drink as if nothing happened. And now this pervert thinks im gonna be his woman? That fucker should have killed me when he had the chance. Now he's gonna regret ever being born. I waited until he was in his third beer staying hid long enough with the ball ping hammer in hand. I was planning on clubbing him in the head and letting him bleed out but that would be too easy and good for him. No, I wanted him to suffer. I crept up behind him not making a sound like Bubba had taught me to do. Despite his large size he was real quiet when he wanted to be.

I swung the hammer and clocked him good in the leg. Tex yelled and fell to the ground in pain. Quickly I grabbed the sledge hammer and swung on his other leg smashing it into bloody bone and meat. His screams felt good to hear. With him writing on the ground in pain and fear I grabbed a rusty blade and slashed at his chest repeatidly. Blood flying in all directions and maybe small chunks of meat too. I licked the blood relishing its taste and saw real fear in Tex's eyes. He knew he was going to die. He finally realized what we were and what I had been raised on. I was too busy slashing and slicing I did not see that he was trying to reach for his rifle. In my fury I forgot the one simple rule when preparing someone or disposing of a victim one must always be aware of what can sometimes happen. The victim in a world of delirous pain and confusion can gain unexpected strength and fight back and cause serious injury to you.

I got up his blood covering my jeans and turned to leave not wanting to bother with him anymore. Suddenly I heard a loud boom and felt a firey pain in my side. I looked back and Tex was indeed dead and in his hand a fired rifle. I realized that in his dying he used the last bit of his strength to grab hold of his gun and fire it off. The bastard had shot me in my side. I fell to the ground and tried to drag myself out my vision becoming blurry. If I could get enough strength to get out and on my bike….i….might….b-b-be a-able to drive ho-me and ….

So wolf is shot and in trouble. Will she be saved in the nick of time?

Or will a family member find her body?