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Like a bolt of beautiful amethyst lightning, Alastor watched while Manea lunged out at the herd of sheep, snarling and gnashing her fangs at them like a wild animal. His grin widened and he had to stifle a laugh while he watched her go buck wild. It was amusing, but highly effective! The sheep freaked out, the herd immediately turning and bounding for him as fast as their legs could carry them. It was the same strategy he had used to hunt with Seraphina before, and it was one of his favorites: the ambush. As soon as the lead ram was approaching his boulder, Alastor sprung with almost feline-like grace to the top of the boulder, a violent snarl erupting from his chest while the big black brute launched himself like a missile at the lead ram. Fangs and claws caught the prey animal in the throat and took it down with startling ease, its panicked bleating lasting for only a split second before, with a crunch of his jaws, delicate vertebrae popped in his bite and the animal went limp with a flail of its limbs.

With his first kill secured, Alastor fixed the rest of the skittish herd with his deadly black gaze. One sheep was smart enough to continue to run past the predator; that sheep would get to live. The rest immediately bleated louder in fear and turned to bound away from him—forgetting the other wolf behind them until they were almost upon Manea. Alastor chuckled under his breath and dropped the dead sheep, its blood dripping from sharp fangs while he charged after the herd with a macabre smile on his face. All he had to do was keep bouncing the sheep back and forth between his lover until they either wisened up and made a break for it or hurled themselves off the cliff, whichever came first. Now it was her turn to bag a kill.


"Alastor"