The Runaway Huntress

Melisca flinched when Falkan had managed to raise his hand and gripped her fist that held a knife to his chest. She's about to push the weapon to his beating organ, but he has slightly shoved her away. Her time is up. The wolf gradually got his strength back.

She pushed herself up and threw her body to the crawling wolf. He hadn't fully recovered yet, but his courage to get away from her to avoid his death made something inside her snap. The dam of boiling anger broke as she remembered her own will to survive when they were after her.

"You would never get away from me." She hissed, her teeth gritting. She pushed a knee on his back and fisted his hair, then banged the wolf's head on the ground. He whimpered in pain. Blood gushed from his forehead's wound.

Falkan's face contorted from the woman's force. He has never thought that something like this could happen or that he would end up in this situation. His strength is still not enough to match the half-wolf. If only she hadn't injected him with whatever it was that weakened his body. Even the wolf blood in him took long to recuperate.

He had never imagined that he would lust over the girl they intended to kill half a decade ago. He could never picture himself in her mercy, his life on her eager hands for vengeance. The tide had turned. He was now the one who wanted to escape the death she brought upon him.

With the determination to survive, he gathered the strength he only had and braced his palm to the ground. In one desperate move, he forced his body to lift from the floor where the woman had pressed him.

Melisca hadn't expected the wolf's movement that made her thrown to the solid wall. She grunted from the vibrating force of the impact, losing her breath for a moment. The knife in her hand almost fell from her grip. She had landed on her feet, and as she looked up, Falkan had already stood up and started to sprint to the darker area behind the building.

"Oh, no. Not a fucking way." With a hard face and furious glare, she followed after him and leapt in his direction. Noticing that he wasn't fast enough, she still had the upper hand in their situation.

Coming down on his back, they tumbled on the ground. The wolf rolled, and he sat up above her, encircling his hand on her wrist to avoid the sharp weapon she had and yanking it from her hard grip.

With all her strength, she butted her forehead to his. That simply distracted Falkan. It shut his head back from her unexpected stunt.

Melisca shook her head as a groan came out from her lips, for the trick she pulled affected her skull as well. She felt like her forehead cracked from the impact. Her brain seemed to have juggled inside.

Gritting in pain, she hoisted herself up, whirled the man down, and sat atop him on his groin.

He has run out of the strength he had barely recovered when he remains breathing hard under her. She settled her bottom on his lap and leaned down on him.

"This time, I like it better to be on top." She swirled her tongue to savor the fear and hopelessness she could sense from him. His chest rose up and down with ragged breathing. The stormy irises he had turned to hollow gray with a hint of hazel forming out.

Her wavy strands formed a curtain at one side of their faces, almost touching the cold cement. She placed her other palm on his chest and brushed it up to his shoulder blades, up to the side of his head. She brushed her bottom to his groin and onto his torso until she halted on his stomach.

His hands held her waist to get her off him, but she was too strong for him. Her eyes turned yellow as she was engulfed with her wolf abilities. Her senses heightened, the adrenaline pumping in her system. She has so much reserved energy for her awaited moment.

She doesn't understand how the content of the syringe affects a pureblooded wolf. Lorna hasn't elaborated on it further. But based on her experience as a half-wolf, maybe for the full-blooded ones, the reactions would be doubled. It makes them weaker and takes more time to enable their limbs to move as they will. The outcome for them is much stronger than what she suffered.

Regardless of it, she was thankful enough that it made him easier to handle.

"S-stop, please, don't kill me." Came his whimpering voice. So he can still talk.

She looked straight into his horrified eyes. Her hand with the knife positioned at his throat, ready to cut anytime she wants. His body just lay limp again, his hands at the sides, out of strength to ward her off.

The splitting ache of her head went numb as the thrill of vengeance enveloped her heart.

She snorted from what her ears caught. The words he uttered were almost the same as what her parents said. The only difference then was that they were begging for her life, for her to live, not for their own to survive. But all just for her sake.

No one had taken them on their pleas. They had been killed instead.

"How dare you beg me for that when you had killed my father?" The sharp edge of the knife grazed his skin. A thin line of dark red liquid sipped out from the scratch. The wolf hissed from the cut. "Why should I not take what you took from him?" She continued. The wound had not healed back immediately. It made her lips curl as she stared down at him like a specimen she was about to dissect piece by piece.

"Then y-you're no different from us." He almost cried, like his thought could reach out to her, wanting her to have second thoughts.

Her throat made a laughing noise. Did he just say those? Did he just try to change her mind? She laughed with her body shaking on top of him. Her bursting out made the wolf's face confused. He may think of him like a crazy woman as if she cares.

Falkan has recovered half of his strength, he can feel it but why is he still no match for the woman? She's only a half-wolf, yet she had enough force and her aura made the wolf inside of him retreat.

Her eyes burned as the yellow lava that was about to turn her victim into ashes in just one look, she was hot with pure rage, yet the laugh she gave made chills crawl in his system. Sucking is the only strength he has.

The woman may have not realized yet the effects she has on other wolves even without the poison, she has alpha blood running in her veins. More than enough to intimidate common wolves. Yet, the human side of her made it invisible that she was a bane in both worlds. A dangerous shadow that could never be identified even under the brightest light. She's powerful enough on her own.

"No different from you? Of course, I'm half of your kind." She stated as a matter of fact. Then her eyes looked down at the closing cut in his throat, as the skin started to shut, she forced the knife and opened the wound again.

Falkan's face contorted from the repeated process.

"Don't worry, we still have our own differences." She bowed her head down to the side of his face, bringing her lips close to his ear. "I plan to be better…" She let her tongue sneak out and brushed the top of his ear. It made him flinch.

Melisca pulled her face away from him and met back his gaze. "A better killer." She brought her lips down to his mouth as she stabbed the knife in her hand to his chest, against his heart.

The wolf struggled and threw his hands on her body, he gripped her fist to yank out her weapon. But the woman's strength was way beyond his. She dug it deeper.

She plucked her lips from him as she landed a solid punch on his jaw with her free hand. The wolf's head jerked to the side. The blow she did almost made him lose consciousness. But the blood oozing out from his chest made his body tremble. He's still trying to push her hand away, along with the knife she dug into his heart.

A guttural sound from his throat escaped, with blood spitting out from his mouth. Like a fish out of water, his body shook with spasms. She yanked the knife out and stabbed him again, the sound of the slashed beating organ was a tune to her ears. His hot red liquid splashed out onto her hands and tainted her body. She felt the pool of blood on the ground reached her knees.

The knuckles that gripped her hand loosened its will. Then it fell gradually and lay limp on his side.

Where was his friend anyway, hadn't he sensed his barely breathing? Could it be that… "Edon." He mumbled in his last breath.

"Oh, your friend? I don't know where is he now, he's with my sister, remember? Don't worry, I would take care of him if Lorna failed." She stated, her heart beating fast with the energy she had used.

She looked down at him, his eyes turned to a cloudy sky, losing the storm. Losing its life. But a second before, he looked behind her. "Al—" His last syllable.

In one last hit, she slashed his throat so deep that it opened half of his neck, almost beheading him.

Blood spurted out to her face, nearly covering her eyes. She breathed in and out, chest heaving from the force of the cut she made, feeling the exhaustion.

She then felt someone behind her, as she was about to turn, a hand gripped her neck, and pinched a nerve that suddenly made her eyes shut and her body shut down.

Melisca fell and went unconscious on top of the corpse.