#akelida

[thestrength-of-thewolf-blog]

Chakali -||- [Akelida]

@heart-of-dunbroch

Akela had been in the woods when the Undead had risen. He had been mostly unconcerned, since he had gathered his family quickly and quietly and they had hidden away. Of course, Adam, before he could reach him, had succumbed to the sorceress’ will.

That was the downside of what had happened.

The upside was that he knew who it was that had terrorized the forest, and more importantly: threatened his family.

It was the girl. The one with the hair like fire and an attitude to match. 

He supposed he should not be that surprised. The older man seemed much too seasoned for such carelessness. The boy seemed uninterested. Akela had followed all three of them at one point or another.

The girl was the one with the arrows. He had watched from the edge of the woods as she had slayed creature after creature. She was agile and lethal, but he was not concerned. For he was more dangerous than she could ever hope to be. One bite from him, one scratch from his claws and she would succumb to his wishes. Permanently.

And he would not miss. 

Today, he stalked her through the woods. She was hunting something too, but it was not him. Her steps were quick and quiet, but so were his. The sun dappled through the treeline and Akela felt the revenge hot and bubbling in his belly. His throat was filled with bloodlust.

No, he would not kill her. He would do far, far worse.

His steps were soundless, his hulking form moving like less than a shadow through the trees.