Silver Bullet to the Heart

316 Words || Noon || Sunny || 6-15-13

Semananti forced herself to remain calm, the winter meant only one thing, she was going to be in heat. It almost scared her because she knew the evils of men, those who enjoyed others torture. She forced herself to remain calm and so she did. It was all she could really do as she prowled through the woods around her, it reminded her so much of home. Home was where the heart was, and it reminded her more than ever this season that she needed to find herself a new home. It was apparent that she needed a new home, she was no longer welcome at her old ones. That was what hurt the most, not being welcomed.


The sun shown down on her back, reflecting almost what she was like, or what she was feeling. She couldn't help but feel angry. Angry that she had been banished so long ago for something that was right and just. She had killed that beta, tasted her blood, because she was going to abandon the pack she was going to serve. She would find a new pack, and she would serve them loyally, just as she had the wolves of Nahanni. Her fur did remain flat on her back, and her ears were perked, listening for others. She didn't want another unexpected encounter like she had with that Hades wolf, the black fur still in her mind. Maybe she was condemned to die.


The anger always seemed to come in waves, and then it was always followed with waves of good feelings. Things like love and lust, times in which she had to remind herself that she was a Huntress, one who had sworn off men forever, to join the hunt. It was that reason alone that she was angry. She couldn't help then to want a man to keep her company, a luxury she could not have.


© Becuffin from Ruins of Wildwood