PriMate

Chapter 3

AMELIAS POV:

Starting a new life was more stressful than I imagined, after listing everything I needed to make the place a home, I had to fill my car up with sleeping bags, blankets, bug repellant, bottled water, fresh clothes and toiletries, battery powered lights and then buy some snacks and drinks for the night since the day was coming to an end and store's were closing up.

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I was exhausted.

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The pathway up to the lakehouse was very dimly lit, and I had my torch on the seat ready.

I filled the backpack and locked the car, to do the first trip to and from the lakehouse.

It had been years since I'd visited, around 8 to be exact but I still felt like I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.

The flashlight lit up the old worn trees and eerie bushes, and a sense of fear crept up my spine. I was a strong woman, stronger than most due to the days on end of manual labour.

I had my kitty keyring and knew how to defend myself, so any randoms that tried to pop out on me would be sorely surprised.

There was the odd rustle and it looked like scouts had used this path before as there were shred of material tie to certain tree branches on the way up indicating which direction to go.

It was slightly odd that they lead to the lakehouse but it was beautiful.

It took my breath away as I approached it, but for the wrong reasons.. it had moss seeping out of the roof.. that would not be something I could fix myself.

The windows were plaqued with mould and dirt, the wooden beams barely holding up the small covering above the porch floors with a few decking peices that had fallen through.

I felt sad, sad that it was not going to be a comfortable stay for a while yet, but really sad that it had gotten so neglected.

I internally kicked myself.

When I got to the door, the lock had been broken off and it made me gulp and my anxiety heighten.

This was probably a bad idea alone, but after today I wasn't too scared of the outcome.

I had enough rage to fuel a grown elephant.

With a gentle nudge, and my kitty keychain over my knuckles, I slowly edged the door open and took in the surroundings.

I kept my back to the wall and shone the torch over the dark kitchen/diner.

The sides were dusty, but used plates and cutlery lingered.. no mould or food reminents on them like they had been rinsed ready to wash.

An old vodka bottle and numerous cans of beer left, moving down to a full bin of empty cans and where they bones?!

Luckily they looked like reminents of an animal.. that must be what the smell of old meat was.

The dining table was untouched and had a cloudy film of dust covering it, along with the chairs.

All of the ornaments hanging up glistening as the dust particles hit off the lights reflection.

This room was clear, I took a second to listen but I couldn't hear anything so I made my way to the living room.

That was when I saw the smoulder of a fire to the back of the house, dying out but nonetheless still alight which caused me to catch my breath.

Whoever was using this place was still here.

Checking every room cautiously I could still find no sign of anybody in the building, so hopefully whoever was here has moved on.

I set up some battery operated lights I'm the living room after putting out the fire in the garden, I then lay down my sleeping bags and emptied the backpack ready for the second trip.

Walking back to the car to get the last of the things needed, I wished I'd bought a lock, a knife under my pillow would have to suffice for now.

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This walk was more nerve wracking knowing the possibility of somebody else now out there, but the quicker I did this, the sooner I would be able to stay hidden in the house and wait for the safety of daylight.

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DEREKS POV:

As my wolf, things were much simpler, the night more welcoming and the pain less intense.

I hadn't hunted in 2 days, not eaten for those either and there were bigger prey out at night like foxes.

I'd heard rustling near the house so I headed back in that direction.. hoping tonight would be an easy catch as the vodka in my system was pulsating through mine and my wolf's brain.

The scent I picked up was sweet, new, which made my wolf churn crazily.

Hunger kicked in and I locked on to the new temptation before me.. I was ravenous and ready to pounce.

Closing my eyes to better concentrate on the sounds of my dinner, instead of the drunken thoughts swirling through my mind, I ran at a freeing pace.. my now sterile wound healing quicker in wolf form allowing me to go at an incredible speed.

This was the best part of my hunts.. the freedom and lack of paranoia that somebody would see a wolf in the middle of Sheffield and report it to authorities.. meaning that TB would be the reason for my athletic activities.

I heard the crunch of leaves and the scent was tangible.. this was my cue.

I leapt through the air with ballerina elegance and sunk my teeth into the fleshy thigh of my prey, but when it let out a human like screech I soon realised I'd made a mistake keeping my eyes closed.

They darted open in shock as underneath my midnight black fur of my 5in paw was infact the smooth, foned calf of a woman.. the shreik coming from her confirming I had made a huge mistake.

I leapt back whimpering, not quite sure on what had just happened.

Her scent so sweet it masked her humanity.

How was this possible?

Her shallow breaths and muffled sobs where all I could hear.

My own thoughts becoming quiet making me numb.

She had her arm covering her face, with thick, long black locks entwined with her hand and arms, she is petrified of me, and the only thing I could do to make this better right now was to run.

It was only then that I realised the real extent of what I had just done.

Not only was it a complete and utter f**k up, it was illegal.

I had broke so many bylaws and knew the consequences of this could be fatal to both me and that poor lady, especially with a new moon approaching.

I run until my legs give up and finally collapse under the biggest tree in Peak District.

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I pray that she survives this.

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AMELIAS POV:

With sheer agony radiating up my leg, I shallow my breathing and move my hand to check if the beast that attacked me has not decided to continue to do so.

It's pitch black but those eyes, the golden yellow eyes that I caught a brief glimpse of have vanished into the night.

I had to get my leg bandaged up and sterilised but I couldn't move it, it was burning hot and made my foot feel completely numb.

Stumbling to my feet, I saw I had dropped a few things and I had to use everything in me to pick them up and limp back to the lakehouse in one peice.

When back inside, I found the heaviest items and pinned them against the door in hopes nobody would even try.

The curtains were drawn and I felt so lucky to have some Jack Daniels with me, I took a few gulps ti ease the pain, splashed some over my bare leg and wrapped myself in all of my blankets before slipping into the sleeping bag and passing out.

At this point, if that beasts bite kills me, or the beast itself, I wouldn't mind too much.