If A Dog Tastes Blood Will It Attack Again Novels & Stories

I felt how my blue eyes glowed more as my blood boiled warmer. "You—" He howled, trying to escape from me. I pierced my fang to his neck. Fuck it! His blood tasted bitter sour as it travelled on my teeth. My canine tightened its grip on him, remembering all the evilness his creature had done to our kind. I couldn't help but be more eager to torture him, torture everyone who would try to destroy us.

It was a moment of weakness I allowed myself to have. "You should have stayed on the trail," Victor chastised, "they stay away from the trails." "And how do you know that?" I wanted my question to come out with a bite in my tone but it fell flat. "They wouldn't risk a human seeing them. That pup must be newly shifted and was taken out hunting. The only reason he attacked you is that he caught your scent. He doesn't know how to control his instincts yet so he got caught up in he hunt. To him, you were prey."

Two enormous guard dogs stand before me, their tongues lolling out as if I'm the main course on tonight's menu. Some primal instinct tells me they're not happy to see me or maybe they are; a change from kibble, I think inanely as I freeze. A low growl erupts from one of them, shattering my paralysis. Their heads are low, fur bristling on their backs. I remember reading somewhere that means an attack is imminent. I start to back away, careful not to break eye contact.

That was an insult. My claws extended and I made a quick swipe at his cheek drawing blood. The scent of his blood made its way to me, and it was most intriguing. Right then, I vowed to myself that I would be tasting it from him soon enough. Minutes passed and I finally seemed to be wearing him down with my relentless attacks. His had become slower and he was not able to evade me as he had before. I had to use all my strength until finally he left me an opening that I gladly took. He had put up a good fight, but I needed to wrap this up before the pickup team arrived. I could not allow them to see me so worn in this way. I was sure they would be close at this point.

Getting another surge of energy, I increase my pace, running faster towards the grounds I once called my home, pushing down the panic rising in my throat and expanding in my chest. Just as I’m about to reach the borders where just mere days ago, I saw Hailey disappear and was attacked myself, I halt in my tracks. Lifting my snout, I sniff the air, flinching as the smell of blood reaches my nose. I take another cautious step, sniffing again to make sure that I didn’t just smell an injured animal passing by, but it stays hanging heavy in the air, making my heart drop to my stomach. My senses blur as I start recognizing the scent covered by the stomach-turning smell, making even my wolf whimper

I pitied her. I wasn't sure about the taste of blood but consuming the same thing over and over again didn't seem like it was ideal. "Do different blood types taste different. Like, how does it work?" I was genuinely interested. "Oh yeah for sure. Blood tastes different each time. That's why it can be so addicting. The taste changes depending on the humans health, age, eye color, hair color, blood type and so many other things. It's a taste I can't describe because it's so..." Her pupils remained on the roof of her eyes as she searched for the perfect word to use. "Dangerous," that wasn't the word I expected her to use but I could understand why.

Maybe he let me go and he’s just playing with me, but if that's the case I’ll make him regret that mistake. Circling again, I slowly test my leg. I can feel the blood soaking the fur on my leg and when I look at my opponent his teeth are dripping with fresh blood. As soon as I’m confident that he didn’t do any major damage I lung at him for another attack. He attacks at the same time, and we clash together snarling with jaws snapping.

My brow furrowed. I followed their trail when two wolves emerged on the side and attacked me. They lunged toward me and I stumbled down. I immediately went back on my feet to attack them back. I gave a loud growl as I leaped on one of the wolves. My sharp teeth penetrated his neck. I tasted his blood. The other one pounced on me. I was able to avoid his bite and aimed for his neck too. Now, both of the wolves were lying lifeless in front of me. It was so easy to kill these bastards.

Disregarding the pain I feel, I scramble to my feet. My blood had fallen on the white snow, staining it with a shocking shade of scarlet, and I watch the wolves as they start to go crazy from the scent. They begin to bite at one another and themselves, and even the ground where my blood spilled, trying to lap and taste it. As soon as their tongues make contact with my blood, they all start to convulse. Ophelia slowly lowers Shaun next to me, and I glance at him. "Are you okay?" I ask him.

Covered in blood, I shake my head, trying to clear the blood from my eyes. I feel more than see the other wolf approaching and circle me. Once my eyes have cleared, I’m pleased to see him limping from the missing chunk on his back. I ignore my limping and try to attack him in the same spot, but as I leap and close in, he swings, grazing my shoulder with his teeth.