Gabriel did not recall what had drawn him this far south, what had brought him to the forest. Something had pulled, something that he could not disobey. As always, he was traveling in his lupus form. Four legged, a beast of old, the Aquila slunk through the forest. All around him there was an unearthly silence; as if the forest was aware of something he was not.
There.
A scream ripped apart the sky, tearing black holes into the blue. Without any hesitation, Gabriel’s feet had left the earth. He ran into the depths of the woods, tearing the earth under him, head low and fur all on end. Even though he did not recognize the voice, he could not ignore that desperate call. It could have been his sister. It could have been his mother. Foam frothed around the coy-wolf’s mouth, eyes bright and ears pinned. As the man ran towards the source of the scream new scents rushed up from the earth. Fear, panic.
But most of all, blood.
Silent as a hunting bird, the Aquila spotted a flash of red amongst the tree line, identified her as the prey, and then saw his target. The brown demon was right on her tail, his blue eyes burning holes into the atmosphere. Without hesitation, he rushed past the woman, and towards the wolf. Finally, he let out a ferocious snarl and used his own speed to meet the beast head on. Teeth opened wide, claws seeking any soft flesh, and Gabriel was on him.
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