Logan

Logan

He’s ripping into me like a ravenous hyena, all teeth and jaw as he tears flesh from bone. He doesn’t like his position threatened. But he should have thought about that before coming to my doorstep. Now all I want is blood.

Tarus and I circle each other. Eyes never leaving each other, always at attention. Muscles contracting, vibrating fur with the need to lunge. He snarls at me and I smirk. He lunges at me.

A full-on assault. His wolf has no problem showing why he’s the Alpha. Instead of taking the offensive, Tarus is reduced to taking defensive tactics in a need for self-preservation. He has become weak

He tries to eat away at my flesh slowly, making it hurt. The trail of blood saturates the ground, unable to be absorbed by the frozen earth. Paws drip, painting the mosaic of red abstract art on the canvas of life.

My wolf doesn’t relent. He shows that the wrong decision was made. Sometimes you just have to learn the hard way in order for things to sink in. He had no chance