The Hunted { old version }

The clatter of plates and the murmur of evening diners formed the familiar symphony of my life. Sasha, my perpetually dramatic coworker, whined about her ex, a 'stalker' who clearly hadn't gotten the hint. I took his table, a fake smile plastered on my face, the scent of his hatred already burning my nose. He was a human, but his rage was a palpable, almost animalistic thing. I managed to dispatch him with a few hushed words, a flash of my wolf's power, and he fled like the devil himself was on his heels. Sasha, oblivious, was ecstatic. "You're the best! I'm taking you out for a drink tonight!" she declared, dragging me into a bone-crushing hug.

Later, at the bar, the cloying scents of alcohol and lust hung heavy in the air. I tried to relax, but a prickling sensation on my neck warned me. My eyes scanned the room, and there, in the back corner, was him: a rogue wolf. The bad kind. My stomach clenched. I had to get Sasha out, now.