The black panther blended in with the inky black of night as she moved with fluid grace through the thick forest of cedar trees, the pads of her feet completely silent as they sank into the rich carpet of decomposed leaves and dirt. She moved swiftly, creeping around stumps and logs of fallen trees from the most recent storm.
Weaving through the trees, she sniffed the air constantly on the look out for the scent of pack on the cool night air. She didn’t have much time before the guards picked up the scent of cat on their lands. All she could smell was damp earth and small woodland creatures, and she picked up speed. Trees and ferns blurred as she sped through the forest toward the heart of the territory.
Suddenly, the wind shifted direction, and she knew with a sinking heart, the wolves on sentry duty picked up her scent. A wolf howled in alarm. Others howled a wolf song in return, and joined the hunt. She was already tired, but she continued to run, adrenaline making her feet swift. They were fast approaching her, when she picked up the pungent odor of wolf a minute later.
They hadn’t been as far away as she had hoped. Desperate, she picked up as much speed as she could. The break the in the tree line was up ahead. She had to reach the clearing before they caught her.
She was tiring quickly, her short burst of speed nearly gone when she slid on some wet leaves and fell. Zara tumbled forward several times, cracking her side and then her head on an exposed rock. She laid flat on her back, stunned, breathing hard. Her ribs and her ankle ached. She could hear the heavy galloping of wolves bearing down on her position, growling and yipping.
Zara rolled over and scrambled to her feet. In a flash, she was running again, slower. The wolves were quickly catching up. They could run just as fast, but for longer. The clearing was just ahead, and with a desperate leap over a fallen log, she soared through the air. When she landed, she was in the clearing. Wolves growled from behind her and she ran toward the center circle of large stones.
She barely made it up the three steps before large jaws clamped down on her shoulder, and she yelped in pain as she was forced to the ground, skidding her the rest of the way into the center of the dais. The large wolf who stood on her back growled menacingly when she tried to push him off. He shook his head, teeth tearing at the bite mark on her shoulder. She screamed as the teeth bit deeper into the muscle.
“That’s enough Matteo.” A voice boomed out above the sounds of the rest of the wolves, gathering around in the circle. “Release her and step back.” Zara held her breath, and closed her eyes against the searing pain in her shoulder as the wolf released her and withdrew his teeth from the muscle of her shoulder.
Zara groaned and rolled so that she could face her savior. Flat on her back, she stared up at the large wolf who stood over her. He growled, narrowing his eyes at her as she shifted back to human form.
Description:
The black panther blended in with the inky black of night as she moved with fluid grace through the thick forest of cedar trees, the pads of her feet completely silent as they sank into the rich carpet of decomposed leaves and dirt. She moved swiftly, creeping around stumps and logs of fallen trees from the most recent storm.
Weaving through the trees, she sniffed the air constantly on the look out for the scent of pack on the cool night air. She didn’t have much time before the guards picked up the scent of cat on their lands. All she could smell was damp earth and small woodland creatures, and she picked up speed. Trees and ferns blurred as she sped through the forest toward the heart of the territory.
Suddenly, the wind shifted direction, and she knew with a sinking heart, the wolves on sentry duty picked up her scent. A wolf howled in alarm. Others howled a wolf song in return, and joined the hunt. She was already tired, but she continued to run, adrenaline making her feet swift. They were fast approaching her, when she picked up the pungent odor of wolf a minute later.
They hadn’t been as far away as she had hoped. Desperate, she picked up as much speed as she could. The break the in the tree line was up ahead. She had to reach the clearing before they caught her.
She was tiring quickly, her short burst of speed nearly gone when she slid on some wet leaves and fell. Zara tumbled forward several times, cracking her side and then her head on an exposed rock. She laid flat on her back, stunned, breathing hard. Her ribs and her ankle ached. She could hear the heavy galloping of wolves bearing down on her position, growling and yipping.
Zara rolled over and scrambled to her feet. In a flash, she was running again, slower. The wolves were quickly catching up. They could run just as fast, but for longer. The clearing was just ahead, and with a desperate leap over a fallen log, she soared through the air. When she landed, she was in the clearing. Wolves growled from behind her and she ran toward the center circle of large stones.
She barely made it up the three steps before large jaws clamped down on her shoulder, and she yelped in pain as she was forced to the ground, skidding her the rest of the way into the center of the dais. The large wolf who stood on her back growled menacingly when she tried to push him off. He shook his head, teeth tearing at the bite mark on her shoulder. She screamed as the teeth bit deeper into the muscle.
“That’s enough Matteo.” A voice boomed out above the sounds of the rest of the wolves, gathering around in the circle. “Release her and step back.” Zara held her breath, and closed her eyes against the searing pain in her shoulder as the wolf released her and withdrew his teeth from the muscle of her shoulder.
Zara groaned and rolled so that she could face her savior. Flat on her back, she stared up at the large wolf who stood over her. He growled, narrowing his eyes at her as she shifted back to human form.