Glancing guiltily at Tanya’s unconscious
body, his thoughts wrenched away to his home in Canada.
He was barely seventeen and had already
mastered at his family hunting business, they poached and hunted a huge range
of animals, travelling worldwide collecting exotic carcasses to sell on the
black market. He and a group of his employees had travelled to Iceland in hope
of finding a newly sighted pack of extremely rare black and grey mixed bred
wolves, which had claimed the territory of the Icelandic mountains and forests.
And they’d found what they had been looking for, however they were much larger
and vicious than they had expected. All that mixed with an apparent undaunted
outlook on humans, was very deadly. So much so, they had slaughtered his whole
team, he hadn’t really known the others, but with Tanya he’d sustained a good
friendship that had collapsed when she began to fall for him. He watched the
wisps of her platinum blond hair, dance and twirl in the breeze. Gently, as if
to preserve her defiant, horrified expression, he lifted head to face the other
way; he couldn’t meet her glazed eyes, highlighted by a thick layer of mascara
and eyeliner. Another tear broke free and escaped down his cheek as he checked
her pulse, and no beat met his fingers.
He shifted back to Shimone, “How can you
live here?”
She just glared and stalked off, to return
a moment later carrying a whole human leg in her mouth, which she dropped onto
the ground in front of Daniel. She nudged the fresh meat with her nose, an
offering.
Daniel gagged and fought the instinctive
urge to retch.
Cocking her head on one side, Shimone
frowned again, puzzled at his resentment to the still bleeding flesh. In an
attempt to reassure him, she knelt down and tore a chunk off with her teeth,
blood dribbled down her lips and chin, dripping onto the forest floor.
Almost fainting, Daniel backed as far away
as he could, leaning on a large, cold stone for support. Shimone continued to
devour the vile aliments, after she’d finished, she snarled at Daniel, spitting
blood and bits of flesh at him. The rusty smell of the raw blood that covered
her mouth and chin overwhelmed him and forced him to heave violently.
Oblivious to his repulsion, she growled
again, beckoning for him to follow her.
Gingerly, he got to his feet and lumbered
his exhausted body to the den, hesitating to whisper goodbye to Tanya’s corpse,
he didn’t expect to see it again. Turning back to stare solemnly into Shimone’s
feral bewitching eyes, he crept forward, entering a terrifying new world,
following a beautiful, savage beast who was the reason he desired to venture
further into this mystifying, twisted labyrinth…
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