The Last Ruby Wolf

Sienna’s POV

“She went this way!” Someone yelled, running through the woods. 

I kept running, ignoring the branches and tall grasses hitting my body. I panted, my feet getting tired. 

I was tired, but I couldn't stop. If they caught me, then I was as good as dead. I rested behind a tree, trying to catch my breath. 

“I see her!” One of the men shouted. 

“Shit!” I groaned and continued running. 

Please help me. Moon Goddess. Please. I didn't….I can't anymore. Please. 

A sharp thorn from a plant scratched my knee, and I yelped. 

“Goddamn it!” 

“Find her!” One of the men yelled. They were closing in on me. 

I needed more time. I couldn't face them. They would kill me. 

“Dear goddess, what do I do?” I murmured, and closed my eyes for a second. 

I transformed into my wolf form, it was the best chance I had now and I opened my eyes. 

My wolf was a bright red with white undertone fur. My wolf was bigger than the regular teenage wolves and I started to run, howling with the moon. 

Half of the men picked on my scent and they transformed also, dashing through the forest like mad animals. They were the Midnight Syndicate assassins. Some were humans, and the others werewolves like myself but they all had one thing in common. To get my head. 

I should have never been found this quickly. I had been very careful, making sure to never stay in one place for more than a night. Yet, somehow, they had tracked me and worse I was weaker because of my monthly flow.

Someone must have betrayed me, but who? 

I had cut all connections. 

Who could have done this to me? 

Their howls grew louder, making me shudder as I pushed forward. 

I can do this. I just have to make it to the border. Faster Sienna. 

They kept gnawing and I was beginning to lose my pace. I noticed them catching up by my side, snarling their teeth ready to dig into my skin. 

The other men followed in their bikes. 

How did they…?

My heart raced with fear and I charged myself to run faster. 

Moon Goddess. I need help. Send me help, please. If you can hear me!

The men laughed, driving their bikes. “We've got you now.”

One of them neared me stretching his hand to grab me and I snarled. He chuckled, and aimed again. When he couldn't get me, he brought out his gun, cocking it. 

I had to act quickly. 

Think, Sienna. Think. 

My vision suddenly became blurry from tiredness. My lungs were tired, and I heaved, still pushing on as I ran. 

Then I saw it, a crumbling structure hidden within the trees. 

I created a diversion, halting immediately and the bikes collided. The wolves chasing behind pounced on me, but I dodged in time, and dashed to the other lane avoiding their claws and teeth. 

My wolf tumbled down the grass and I dug my claws into the grass to slow my pace. 

I hissed, feeling the pain hit my claw. The moment I stopped, I turned and continued running, grateful I had lost them. I kept running into the ruins of an old pack house. 

I felt hopeful. I knew that would catch my scent soon, but I could lose them inside. 

I kept moving, stumbling on the old packhouse, and entered. It smelt of decay and dust. The moonlight shone from the collapsed roof, and spread to the shattered furniture and moss-covered stone. 

I stopped, resting against the nearest wall standing and breathed. I had less than a minute to rest. 

I shifted back into my human form, panting. I was almost naked. Shifting into my wolf form earlier had torn everything. I was left in a shredded underwear.  

Just then, I felt it. A presence. It was cold and terrifying. 

I wasn't alone. I moved, looking around as quickly as I could trying to catch the strange presence. 

Something moved behind me and I turned, but it seemed I was slower and a hand grabbed my throat, throwing me to the ground. 

I let out a low growl, struggling against my attacker's chest. His scent was familiar, but he was covered from head to toe and wore a dark mask, just like his clothes. 

“Let me go,” I said, struggling to free myself. 

His amber eyes turned darker yet softer and his gaze moved down my neck. 

“You pervert!” I screamed, trying to get him off me. 

“You can scream in the grave,” he said coldly and pulled out a dagger. 

I stared at him in horror, my eyes pleading to live. 

“You should have kept running. It's fun watching you,” he murmured. 

My fingernails dig into his wrist, yet he didn't show any pain. “Go to hell,” I cursed. 

“Let me take you there first,” he answered and raised his finger, his claws growing thicker and longer and he pinned me down, choking me with his other hand. 

“Goodbye, Sienna,” he said and I struggled under him. 

His claws came down. I closed my eyes, but he hesitated. 

A different howl came from our side, and we instinctively and slowly turned to where the sound came from. 

From the shadows, a huge wolf appeared, clothed in thick dark fur. I felt instant fear, watching the strong beast appear from the door. Its eyes glowing, a strong gold. 

“Oh, hell no,” the assassin murmured. 

We're dead. 

It gnarled, baring its teeth and I shivered. If I moved now, I might have a chance of escape. 

“Get off,” I ordered, but the man wasn't moving his hands. “Please,” I begged. 

The black wolf took a step and I screamed. “Get the fuck off!”