Sorry for the HUGE delay in posting chapter 14! I've been super busy with school and marching band and just life. (Mainly because of band) In addition to that, I've sprained my wrist and it's making it pretty painful to type (or do anything for that matter). Another excuse, since NaNoWriMo is going on, I've been trying to write at least 10k-20k words for the young writers program (b/c there is no way in the world I'd be able to write 50k words in a year, let alone during the month of November!). So, those are all my excuses on the table, take 'em or leave 'em. Please enjoy this chapter, and I'll try to have chapter 15 up within the next week...maybe.
The crackling of leaves and a rush of wind startled Allison as she made her way through the darkening forest. Gripping her bow like it was her lifeline, Allison began to sprint toward the Hale house, unknowing that something was watching her every move.
His glowing golden eyes burned through the forest as they tracked their prey; a large deer, calmly walking through the trees searching for food. His jaws began to thirst for the tender flesh of the deer's neck as he approached, cleverly hidden by the several bushes conveniently placed between him and his prey. Letting out a small growl of anticipation, Scott crept closer until he accidentally stepped on a twig, snapping it in two. The deer heard the noise and ran off. He quickly chased after it. Suddenly, another scent wafted under his acute nose, driving him wild. Immediately, Scott swerved in the opposite direction toward the more appealing, familiar scent. Allison.
With every step and crackle of dead leaves upon the floor, Allison's heartbeat picked up a little. Despite holding her bow at the ready, she couldn't shake the feeling that another werewolf may attack her. She hated that feeling, but it wasn't totally insane considering the past few hours of horror. Allison paused for a moment. Heavy panting echoed off of the trees surrounding her, increasing her heartbeat to the point where it might burst out of her chest. She whirled around, attempting to pinpoint the source of the noise, but with no luck. The panting had stopped but was quickly replaced by the sound of steady breathing.
Allison knew right away that it was another wild animal. She kept her bow taught and remained frozen in her position. Suddenly, a pair of golden eyes appeared in front of her. Scott.
The two met eyes for a split second before Scott released a loud deep growl and stepped forward. She took a step back, feeling his anger as it emanated from him and surrounded her. He roared into her terrified face before she fell backward on a tree root. She hit the ground with such force that cut open her upper arm, causing blood to seep out slowly as if to taunt the aggravated wolf in front of her. His nose caught onto the iron scent and the pure crimson that poured from her arm. Dropping onto all fours, Scott padded toward the fallen Allison and his mouth instantaneously began to water. His golden eyes dilated for a moment before glazing over, reflecting the crimson blood as if his own eyes were the same crimson color. Her breath shortened, partially from the lack of blood, but primarily from the sight of her own boyfriend who was about to jump on her and rip her unprotected body to shreds. Unprotected? She thought. I'm not unprotected!
She pulled her bow back into the ready position, aimed at his stomach. The one arrow she had needed to hit its target, or she would be dead and her parents would hunt down Scott. She took as deep of a breath as she could and let the arrow fly.
A scream mixed with a tortured howl ripped through the hollow night sky. Her arrow had met its mark, forcing the wolf to hurriedly back off of Allison. However, it did not keep him at bay for long. He backed into a tree before looking up at the hunter who had served him this wound. His eyes glowed with such a rage that was reflected by a chillingly cold crimson-gold that sent shivers down her spine. Holding the wound where the arrow had been lodged with one hand, Scott proceeded to remove it from his abdomen with the other. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he ripped the arrow out. He sat at the base of the tree, waiting for the wound to heal completely before moving. During this time, his eyes returned to their normal golden color…or what was normal for his wolf. Meanwhile, Allison got onto her feet and began to back away, making sure she didn't fall over again. Scott looked up at Allison with a look of fear and apology plastered upon his face. He let out a pitiful whimper, knowing that this moment of humanity would be brief before the wolf's instincts took over again.