sorry i haven't updated for a few days, lol

this chapter is a tad gory but not as bad as it could be, sorry if that dissapoints some people:D

claimer:i own everyhtig that is not in eragon or eldest..

19. –Hunting

My mind slowly drifted back to consciousness leaving a sour taste in my mouth. My head spun, my thoughts unable to make sense. My senses had been shut off, I was unable to hear, smell, or feel anything. It was as if I was inside a bubble, completely cut off from the outside world.

After what seemed like hours my mind cleared a bit enabling me to be able to actually hear things, although the sound came out muffled, as if the noise was covered by a sheet or something.

I could just make out talking, the deep murmurs drifting almost inaudible to my sensitive ears.

I lifted my eyelids slowly, the thick lashes seeming to drag them down. I groaned softly as feeling suddenly registered in my brain and I was all of a sudden aware of the stinging ache that lanced up and down my arms and legs, vibrations wracking my entire body.

I whimpered at the pain, tears streaming down my face. It felt as if my whole body had just been tossed into burning flames and the fire was licking at my flesh, devouring me.

Sweat poured down from my forehead, running into my hair and eyes. My breaths came in short pants, my lungs unable to fill entirely. My heart rate shot up, my whole body shook as if I was having a seizure or something.

I could hear deep voices yelling, but I could not make out what they were saying, the noise just adding to the sound of my frantic heartbeats. Then my eyes shot open on their own accord, but everything was red, no more colors accumulated the surrounding forest.

Worried and frightened eyes looked down on me, but I could not tell them apart, they all looked as if they belonged to the same dark creature.

Something was on top of me, restraining my arms and legs, the weight no match for the sudden flares of energy I was now experiencing, I felt as if the whole word could perish if I wanted it to.

An inhuman roar escaped my lips, the unnatural sound seemed to swallow all the others in the small space I was in, causing the trees to tremble and animals scatter.

Then the vibrations worsened, my form now shaking so forcefully that my vision blurred, my eyes unable to focus. A fierce growl ripped passed my lips sounding like the roar of a grizzly bear.

Then the vibrations surged passed my maximum physical capability and I shot up off the ground, my muscles unable to be unmoving any longer.

My body was working automatically; my mind had lost control of my limbs. My legs carried me deeper into the forest, the tree branches scratching at my face and arms as I tore passed, unknowing where I was going and unable to see anything in the darkness.

My thoughts were clouded and I was unable to think straight, but one word revolved around my mind.

Kill.

And I could think of nothing else as I streaked through the coal-black trees.

The tremors still coursed through my bones making it harder to run in a straight line. But suddenly I couldn't take it any longer and I felt the sleek silver fur erupt from my skin, my bones elongate, and my spine lengthen to form a tail.

My mouth extended into a pointed snout, my teeth grew longer and sharper and I bore them in a grimace as I clawed my way through the grasping branches, the sharp twigs getting caught in my fur as I dashed by.

My senses were on high alert and were unusually sharp as I peered up through the tree canopy to look at the night sky above.

The heavens were clear with not a cloud in sight, but the thing that stood out most was the large ghostly moon, the circumference of the planet perfect as it peered down at me in between the branches.

The sight of the huge silvery disk spurred something inside me, as if the moon had given me extra energy or something.

My legs sped up and the pounding of my paws on the marshy leaves was the only sound I could hear besides my own rapid breathing. But I couldn't stop to catch my breath; what ever had possessed me would not allow me to.

I ran for what seemed like hours but I did not tire and continued on at the same pace, never stopping. Then a sound reached my ears and I slowed for the first time, my ears pricked and alert. It had been a small rustle of leaves, as if something had been eating them.

My head whipped around, following the sound, my wolf ears twitching quickly, trying to catch the noise again. Then I heard it, a tiny scuffle that my wolf instincts identified as the sound of a hoof scraping across leaves.

I crept forward, my body crouched low, my mouth drooling slightly at the thought of a meal still warm and freshly caught.

My mouth parted on its own accord as I entered a patch of brambles, the thorns digging into my paw pads and nose, but I was unable to feel the pain, my mind was only for the animal that would become my prey.

The spikes thinned out and I caught sight of what I was hunting, it was a young doe, grazing off of the branches, completely unaware of my being there.

I crouched down, my muscles tensing, then sprang.

My razor-sharp claws ripped through the thin fur, my dagger fangs sliced the rich meat, the warm blood dripping from my mouth and the wounds I had inflicted on the defenseless animal. The doe had fought a bit, but I overpowered it easily, especially with the advantage of being almost five times bigger than it.

The rusty smell of blood filled my nostrils, making the bloodlust grow stronger and I dug into the carcass with more enthusiasm. The doe was soon devoured and my belly was full, but the scent of blood was still stuck in my nose, and my vision was still red, spurring the need for blood further.

I sprinted on, my legs never tiring, my senses still on high, nothing escaping my knowledge of it being there. There was a soft padding behind me and I slowed down, curious as to what was making the noise.

The hysteria in my mind had receded slightly to the point that I had some of my own thoughts along with the ones that craved blood.

I turned to face the direction of where the sound was coming from and saw something huge and black emerge out of the dark shadows. The creature was panting and I could tell from the strange smell alone that it was Dorran.

His eyes were wide and worried, but when he saw me his facial expression switched to relieved. But then he looked into my eyes and his dark orbs turned cautious, his wolf face wary.

The monster part of my mind cringed away from him, the feeling of anger washed over me like a wave and I found myself backing away slowly, trying to get away so that I could start running.

I knew that if I tried to fight him I would lose, he was so much bigger and more powerful than me.

But the wild thoughts overpowered the common sense and my body reacted to the hunters' mind, my muscles crouched low in a defensive position, the illogical side of me thinking of Dorran as a threat.

His onyx eyes widened slightly, and I saw his tail twitch from side to side as a sign that he did not want to fight. But the bloodthirsty part of my mind was slowly taking over again and it did not note this act of friendship and saw him only as an enemy.

Without my permission a soft warning growl escaped from between my knife-like fangs. Dorrans' ears flattened against his sleek head in annoyance, but he did not advance and stayed where he was.

I crept forward slowly, my paws leaving no visible evidence of having trod there.

My teeth ached to rip his thick fur, slice through his flesh. But the tiny sane part of me took control right then and I shook my head, trying to clear the evil thoughts from my mind.

Dorran, what is happening? I opened up my minds barriers and contacted him, my voice sounding small and scared, which I was and had good reason to be.

He immediately relaxed when he heard my voice and his worried voice resounded around my head. It is what happens with every new werewolf after they experience their first hunt, he explained.

As this registered to my brain I suddenly became aware of how tired I was, my eyes started to droop and my legs shook.

But then the werewolf side of me took control of my mind again, and before I knew what had happened I was attacking Dorran.

And he was losing.

hehe Dorrans getting beat up by a girl:D next chapter will be up soon so u can find out if she kills him or not, i sure don't know:D

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