@raynepup | Closed Starter for Kitty
Kaleb’s breath came hard and heavy as he sprinted through the preserve, the scent of the forest and the pack that held the territory heavy and strong even as he ventured deep and deeper, further and further away from the noise of the main road. He’d been having nightmares again about the night his family was murdered. No, not nightmares - memories. The images came in flashes of distorted color followed by the progressive feeling of suffocation that accompanied wolfsbane filling his lungs and burning his throat. It always ended with the flash of red eyes, his red eyes; the ones he’d inherited from his father after he and his older sister had passed.
Stopping in his tracks to catch his breath, the feeling of suffocation still fresh in his mind, he smelled it. It was a scent he’d recognize anywhere, a scent that had surrounded him in childhood. It was the scent of pack.
His pack.
But...that was impossible, they were all dead. Kaleb had watched them, he’d seen the light leave their eyes just like that poor human he’d killed. He shook his head, trying to clear it from his mind, to tell himself he was just making it up because of the nightmares, but he couldn’t. It was real. It was there - stronger and stronger every time he took a breath. Someone was alive and he wouldn’t rest until they were home safe.
