I’m taking a break this week from the Akasha Series characters, and delving into something that has been in my head for a while. I have to get it out for sanity’s sake. This is a possible first chapter for a new series I will undertake after completing the Akasha Series. Let me know what you think!
Serena turned the corner of the thin, rocky path. Her shoes slid along the pebbles almost sending her head first into the trees. “Damn things! Why would humans wear these?”
She looked behind her. There was time, the beast wasn’t yet in her sight. She quickly slipped the shoes off, and began running again. The beast took the corner too fast as well. As soon as she heard skidding, she turned and threw one of her shoes. Miss. The beast scrambled to get his legs under him and lunged for her. She threw the other shoe. Nailed him in the nose. Serena laughed out loud, and resumed her steady running pace. “I thought werewolves were faster than this!”
She had no idea if he could understand speech in his animal form, but he was no doubt enraged. His growls told her so. The noise scared off any other animals close by, plunging the forest into silence. Besides the beast, the repetitive waves in the distant ocean was the only other sound.
Her legs brushed past the sharp, thick shrubbery outlining the path. Shallow cuts crisscrossed over her otherwise smooth, white skin. She looked down at the trickles of blood. Good, she thought, at least I’ll get a few battle scars out of it.
Next to come off was her shirt. She threw it behind her, only stopping to watch the beast tear madly at his own face, where the shirt landed. She quickly stepped out of her jeans, but had to throw them backwards over her head as she ran. The beast was on the move again. He dodged the pair of pants, finally learning what to expect. Stupid mutt.
She breathed in deeply, putting her lungs to work, and smiled. Never had she felt so free, so reckless as tonight. Pursued by werewolf in unknown territory in nothing but her own skin. How was she going to top this adventure?
No matter. She would find a way. Serena always did. She broke the tree line at her fastest pace yet, soft sand greeting her feet and slowing her down. The wolf was close, she could smell his foul breath. The thing snapped at her, almost reaching the tresses of her long, curly, brown and gold hair. Some of the werewolves’ spit flung forward onto her shoulder. “Ew!”
The beast was faster on the sand. Serena did not expect that. The greedy thing didn’t even wait until he had a sure kill. He swiped at her as soon as the long reach of his paw was close enough. The gash caused Serena to falter, and she stumbled in the sand. Taking care to avoid the yellow razor-like gnashing teeth, Serena rolled. The beast rolled with her, unwilling to let go of his prey. In the split second he was on top, Serena pushed up and out with her powerful legs. The werewolf yelped as he spun, head over tail, into the waves.
Rough waves toppled over the beast as he struggled to get on his feet. The water pushed and pulled, becoming stronger and stronger, as if it were working against the werewolf. Sabrina laughed again, delighted to see the mighty creature out of his element. He dragged himself out of the water, weighed down by his thick, matted fur and gasping for breath. Sabrina walked by, keeping a wary eye on him. Welcoming waves reached out to her, drawing her into their frothy grip.
Having recovered, the werewolf shook his fur, ridding himself of the salty sea water. He looked out into the ocean, and spotted his prey bobbing up and down with the waves, well beyond his reach. He turned his head toward the moon and howled in mourning.
It was an ear-piercing noise. Serena couldn’t understand why the lot of them hadn’t been put down centuries ago. She flicked her freshly formed fins, spraying water onto the hound, effectively cutting off his pathetic cry.
She smiled, but was already longing for more adventure. Serena said goodbye to the world and turned, flinging her body up then down again, diving into the cold, dark water. Gills took over for her lungs as she dove deeper and deeper, returning to familiarity and routine, to her home…to her prison.
So there you have it – I am sane once again. Comments always welcome!