It was a full moon, which meant Daxton had little to no control of his urges and needs and instincts. That night, he was nothing short of an animal.
He had to be locked up like every other werewolf during full moons, but here he was in the woods, turned into a beast. So far he had killed two deers that crossed his path, and the human in him knew if another human crossed his path, he would most likely kill them as well.
He was in his full werewolf form, standing on his feet. Like this, Daxton was about 7 feet tall, if not more.
He howled when midnight hit, feeling his blood rushing in his veins and his heart beating in his ears. He was yearning for something unknown, he felt an unreasonable heat in his groin and howled again as he kept sprinting through the woods, following after an scent he caught on.
Something unfamiliar but inviting. He chased after this in a haze, eager to be near it, unaware of where it would lead him to.
Then, he saw him.
Daxton stopped in his tracks and sniffed the air when his eyes fell upon the stranger a few feet away. An unsuspecting male of silky looking hair and intoxicating scent.
He watched as the boy seemed to hear his rapid breathing and watched him turn around and look at him. Daxton stared at his face to drink in his exact reaction of terror. No one really thought werewolves were real.
He had to be locked up like every other werewolf during full moons, but here he was in the woods, turned into a beast. So far he had killed two deers that crossed his path, and the human in him knew if another human crossed his path, he would most likely kill them as well.
He was in his full werewolf form, standing on his feet. Like this, Daxton was about 7 feet tall, if not more.
He howled when midnight hit, feeling his blood rushing in his veins and his heart beating in his ears. He was yearning for something unknown, he felt an unreasonable heat in his groin and howled again as he kept sprinting through the woods, following after an scent he caught on.
Something unfamiliar but inviting. He chased after this in a haze, eager to be near it, unaware of where it would lead him to.
Then, he saw him.
Daxton stopped in his tracks and sniffed the air when his eyes fell upon the stranger a few feet away. An unsuspecting male of silky looking hair and intoxicating scent.
He watched as the boy seemed to hear his rapid breathing and watched him turn around and look at him. Daxton stared at his face to drink in his exact reaction of terror. No one really thought werewolves were real.