The Nosferatu Adventures
page 121, chapter 121
He dug his fingers firmly into the rocks, as he lifted himself up another few feet. By this point he was breathing heavy, the air getting thinner. Sweat began to coat his face as he turned his blue eyes to look at the setting sun. Licking the corner of his bottom lip, the large male decided he'd have to camp soon. He'd been climbing now for half the day, and even with his ability to see in the dark, the mountain side was not the place he wanted to be after night fall.
Rolf heard the sound of bats off in the not too far distance, indicating there was some form of shelter close, a cave or at the very lest a small clump of trees. Nodding to himself, the werewolf headed in the direction the sound was coming from.
It took him another hour even with his strength and speed to make it to the small dugout. It wasn't as much a cave as it was an indent in the side of the mountain. The male managed to huddle inside, thankful for the few bats, as they became dinner.
He was sleeping a while later, his mind trying to block out some of the things done to him in the hall of doors, when he hear the familiar sound of a wolf howling. The large male sat up, a grin spreading across his lips.
"I'm coming buddy." stretching, Rolf headed in the direction the howling had originated from.
Reuben stood slightly hunched, feet apart, eyes locked on his prey. The male exhaled silently as he waited. The large bear lumbered towards him, forcing Reuben to roll out of the way in a quick and razor sharp side shoulder roll, his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes flashing and changing to the amber-grey of the wolf.
His ears twitched as something moved in the bush to his left. Turning to see, he spotted a second bear make it's way out of the woods. The male laughed to himself, sticking his tongue out clearly enjoying the hunt, as he rolled again in another perfect side shoulder roll.Quickly he sprang to his feet charging the first bear, using his werewolf speed to plant a hard kick upside it's head. The bear let out a roar as it batted at him. But Reuben dodged out of the way, swaying and jumping. His hands at his sides, as he taunted the animal.
"Come on! You are going to be a blanket when I'm done with you."
He continued like this for the next few hours, until finally the werewolf tired of it. He tossed the first bear aside, having snapped it's neck, just as the second one made a swat at him. Reuben jumped up, his knee connecting with the second bear's head, slamming it to the ground in a wet splat as blood began to pool under it.
Standing tall, the werewolf was coated in sweat, his hair matted and tangled, his breathing extremely laboured. Clapping his hands he screamed. "That's how you do it!" Looking then from one lifeless body to the other, the male ran his hand over his face and through his hair. "Aw shack! How am I going to carry both those back to camp?"
Tune in again later for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story...I love werewolves)