to kill you. Though I have to admit, seeing what I’m seeing now, I haven’t quite put the pieces together yet.”
She moved closer in a threatening manner. He continued to plead his case.
“I didn’t know this was the situation. Why don’t you change back, and we’ll talk.”
LillyAnna made her move, striking him in the face with her right claw, pushing him backwards onto the ground.
“Whoa, that’s enough. I said we could talk. You don’t need to do this. It’s already been a bad day,” he pleaded.
Lunging, she landed over him on all fours as he lay on his back. LillyAnna bent her head down, screaming in his face and raising her right claw again, preparing to take another swipe.
“Here we go,” he said, immediately changing shape, using his massive arm muscles to throw her off. She flew back, hitting a tree, cracking it at the base. The reddish male werewolf stood, facing the smaller brown female.
LillyAnna cautiously took a step back, turned, and ran down the street toward a small wooded park. Landon followed.
She entered the park, disappearing into the nearby woods, the leafless trees creating a forest of shadows when struck by the moonlight. Landon stopped just outside the tree line. He knew she was lying in wait for him. He raised his head, smelling the air, analyzing all the scents contained therein. Gotcha . He lowered himself to walk on all four limbs, proceeding slowly.
The leaves on the ground rustled in the wind. The nearby stream trickled as it fell and rose along the creek bed. The only other noise was the low breathing of a large werewolf that, for some reason, he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Landon searched the premises, finding no tangible evidence, only the intangible smell of her trail. He suddenly realized that he’d been looking only in the most obvious of places, the ground.
As he looked up, LillyAnna burst from the top of the trees, pouncing on Landon, forcing him backward into the brush. He rose swiftly, only to be knocked through the air from behind by a charging LillyAnna, her claws reaching into his body and pushing him with extreme energy. Over the ground he flew, the shadow of his broken body gliding beneath him. Midway through his flight, he shifted back to his human form, healing any damage, and changing back again, he landed as a werewolf, fully recovered.
He’d been taught a few years back that any damage accrued in one form could be instantly repaired by shifting to the other due to the change in a werewolf’s structure and chemistry. Any injuries sustained in the previous body wouldn’t remain as the bones and flesh broke, swelled, ripped, shifted, grew, and shrank. The mid-air double change was one of his personal tricks.
LillyAnna turned, running in the opposite direction, toward the creek, springing over the water. Landon pursued. He followed her zigzagging scent through the park, at times getting close to the road, where cars were passing. He followed the trail up the trees, jumping from branch to branch like a flying squirrel. Many of the branches broke under his weight as he propelled himself through the air.
Finally, he stopped when he came to a small, old cemetery that sat within the park. A low brick wall surrounded the site with a locked gate guarding the entrance. Most of the graves were from the1800s, some of the headstones having been vandalized. He had no desire to tread upon sacred ground, though the scent ended here. LillyAnna, however, had other plans.
She shot from behind, both werewolves tumbling over the cemetery wall. Caught off guard, Landon was the second to rise. She immediately knocked him back into one of the few still-standing monuments, which now stood no longer, his body breaking the statue in half as it toppled over him. Landon, regardless of his beliefs in himself or the human population as whole, still retained certain spiritual beliefs. He revered the dead and considered burial grounds holy places. Now she had gone too far.
He
She moved closer in a threatening manner. He continued to plead his case.
“I didn’t know this was the situation. Why don’t you change back, and we’ll talk.”
LillyAnna made her move, striking him in the face with her right claw, pushing him backwards onto the ground.
“Whoa, that’s enough. I said we could talk. You don’t need to do this. It’s already been a bad day,” he pleaded.
Lunging, she landed over him on all fours as he lay on his back. LillyAnna bent her head down, screaming in his face and raising her right claw again, preparing to take another swipe.
“Here we go,” he said, immediately changing shape, using his massive arm muscles to throw her off. She flew back, hitting a tree, cracking it at the base. The reddish male werewolf stood, facing the smaller brown female.
LillyAnna cautiously took a step back, turned, and ran down the street toward a small wooded park. Landon followed.
She entered the park, disappearing into the nearby woods, the leafless trees creating a forest of shadows when struck by the moonlight. Landon stopped just outside the tree line. He knew she was lying in wait for him. He raised his head, smelling the air, analyzing all the scents contained therein. Gotcha . He lowered himself to walk on all four limbs, proceeding slowly.
The leaves on the ground rustled in the wind. The nearby stream trickled as it fell and rose along the creek bed. The only other noise was the low breathing of a large werewolf that, for some reason, he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Landon searched the premises, finding no tangible evidence, only the intangible smell of her trail. He suddenly realized that he’d been looking only in the most obvious of places, the ground.
As he looked up, LillyAnna burst from the top of the trees, pouncing on Landon, forcing him backward into the brush. He rose swiftly, only to be knocked through the air from behind by a charging LillyAnna, her claws reaching into his body and pushing him with extreme energy. Over the ground he flew, the shadow of his broken body gliding beneath him. Midway through his flight, he shifted back to his human form, healing any damage, and changing back again, he landed as a werewolf, fully recovered.
He’d been taught a few years back that any damage accrued in one form could be instantly repaired by shifting to the other due to the change in a werewolf’s structure and chemistry. Any injuries sustained in the previous body wouldn’t remain as the bones and flesh broke, swelled, ripped, shifted, grew, and shrank. The mid-air double change was one of his personal tricks.
LillyAnna turned, running in the opposite direction, toward the creek, springing over the water. Landon pursued. He followed her zigzagging scent through the park, at times getting close to the road, where cars were passing. He followed the trail up the trees, jumping from branch to branch like a flying squirrel. Many of the branches broke under his weight as he propelled himself through the air.
Finally, he stopped when he came to a small, old cemetery that sat within the park. A low brick wall surrounded the site with a locked gate guarding the entrance. Most of the graves were from the1800s, some of the headstones having been vandalized. He had no desire to tread upon sacred ground, though the scent ended here. LillyAnna, however, had other plans.
She shot from behind, both werewolves tumbling over the cemetery wall. Caught off guard, Landon was the second to rise. She immediately knocked him back into one of the few still-standing monuments, which now stood no longer, his body breaking the statue in half as it toppled over him. Landon, regardless of his beliefs in himself or the human population as whole, still retained certain spiritual beliefs. He revered the dead and considered burial grounds holy places. Now she had gone too far.
He
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