Barely Breathing

Sky ran past trees fast as lightning ever so keen on dodging logs and rocks, determine to conquer its quest - his chosen.

Xyrus hopelessly watched the scene through his wolf's eyes, still determined to get the upper hand but his wolf was persistent. He lost control over his wolf. The legendary wolf is known for its temper, its alpha blood wouldn't allow insults, and the need to punish whoever was it is strong and wicked.

Xyrus always kept Sky, his wolf, at bay. The wolf must have been insulted fairly by Willow's words of not accepting its mark. Its ego was tainted.

'Sky! If u do something to Willow I swear you will regret it!' Xyrus said harshly that his wolf flinched a bit. But it didn't say anything, instead quickened its pace.

The battle of dominance between the two of them treads in a thin line. No one would ever know the consequences fated not until one overthrew the other. He tried to concentrate once again, imagining the transformation from fur to the flesh. He has to do it real fast before his wolf does its wicked deed.

Sky slowed down and howled painfully as its fur turned to flesh that of a man. The soul battled with the spirit. The transformation was beginning but an eerie scream of a woman made the wolf ear's perked and gain the upper hand once more.

The smell of fresh blood mixed in the air. Sky moved faster, finding a dry branch like a torch and covered with blood. Drips of blood-soaked in the snow creating a map for whoever it was who injured herself.

The wolf followed the path of red while sniffing the snow. This time it was not in a hurry, rather it's careful not to frighten more its weakened prey. Soon the search ended as a nearby shadow of a woman laid on the snow. She was breathing hard and her hand clutching her side which blood still leaving her body.

The snow served as a blanket on her, hiding well parts she intended not to be seen. The fate that has befallen her wouldn't take away her dignity. She promised herself. A tear fell on her eye as she gazed at the dim sky above and the littlest of snow descends gracefully on her face.

This was it. She will die tonight. She can't even protect herself and that pained her more than anything else. Of how weak she still is even after all these years. She hates being herself. She hates everything she is. She didn't know one is capable of hating herself too much. She wanted to be anything else she is not.

of a man. The battle ended as flesh-dominated fur. She averted her eyes when he

heart constricted when he saw her laying on the snow, blood soaking her left side. He was anxious. He stepped forward

small piece of wood was still pierced on her flesh, Violet can't heal

getting more anxious as seconds passed. He can see the tip of the wood on her exposed side. He took another

near me." She lifted her face to meet

remaining step and kneeled on her side, careful not to touch her

listen to what I say." She

chuckled at her words. True to it, he

kindest, gentlest, patient,

covering her, his face burned in warm embarrassment. She will be the death of her, he was

off some snow

taking the wood off,

mumbled, closing her

"Ready?" He whispered.

his other hand explaining to her, she could

thing that stopped her from healing fully. She bit his hand hard as she felt the pain strongly until it subsided