Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
As the doe strafed sideways, I peeled after her, following each stride with razor accuracy until I had reached her flank.
Craning my neck, I grabbed the flesh on her side and got a mouthful. The doe bleated in alarm. I squeezed, tasting blood, wrenching my head. Her movements became erratic as she tried to kick me off, but in the darkness, this animal could have been my fated mate, and I wasn’t going to let up. I ripped, throwing weight into my feet, skidding in the dirt. The doe slowed with me. I only let go to lunge forward and grab the junction of her neck and shoulder instead, and this time, my canines made purchase at the bottom of her throat.