This was what power felt like. Larkspur now realized why it had driven Haku mad (if he had not been mad before it was given) and drank in the knowledge like fine wine. The girl was not only obeying him, but she did so without question. A rush ran through his body, causing the hair along his spine to stand on end. It was deliriously wonderful sensation. The hunter’s jaws parted to reveal yellowing teeth and he drank in the scents around him. Anticipation rolled off the girl in waves, masking the fear-scent under this. There were a thousand other smells and distractions but the wolf was a single-minded predator and knew what awaited them.
She ran and he followed, a step or two behind, certain that she was playing with the frightened thing. This made the corners of his mouth curl up into a terrible grin. Only when she was close enough did his voice break the moment. “It’s back,” he barked, certain she was not skilled enough to snap the neck. Beyond this he had other plans in mind—if she hesitated to make the killing blow (which he believed she would) the poor animal’s voice would beg her to do so in a shriek.
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