The Evil Alpha Azrael

2. The Hunt

Azrael’s POV

After leaving my father at home swearing at mother, I left the house to go for a run while letting rage take over for a while. Rage was not an average sized wolf. He stood at least one foot above the other alphas, including my dad. His fur was a thick charcoal gray and he had blue eyes. He could blend easily into the night if needed but anything within the immediate vicinity would scramble and make themselves scarce.

It was already dark when I decided to run along the pack borders contemplating on my prey for tonight. Rage lifted his snout in the air to search the various scents in the forest. There was rabbit, a deer, a few ferrets and a gopher. Although none of them spiked interest in Rage’s stomach. The deer would have to suffice for the night. My wolf may be large but he was as quiet as a mouse. He crouched low to the ground as he snuck up on the deer. Rage was less that three five feet from the unsuspecting creature. With one swift jump, He launched us at the deer, breaking his neck in one swift movement resulting in a satisfying crack. We were aware that we had crossed the packs borders but no one would be foolish enough to approach us unless they had a death wish. As we were about to finish the deer, Rage stopped mid chew and held his snout in the air once more.

“Do you smell that?” Rage questioned.

“Smell what? Only thing in the air right now is the smell of deer.”

I focused my sense of smell until I perceived it. A wolf. There was a wolfish grin on Rage’s and evil glint in his eyes. Blood lust growing stronger as he approached.

My wolf knew my intentions well and I knew his. Whoever felt foolish enough to roam these woods would regret their decision in a moment.

We crept towards the lonely wolf, he was a filthy average sized wolf with rusty brown colored fur. His scent gave off a stench but he didn’t smell like a rogue. Not that I cared. He was going to d*e anyway.

As soon as he realized we were there, he stopped in his tracks. Fear evident in his features because he knew he could not escape. He barred his neck in submission. If I wanted to be shown respect I would’ve stayed at home. We stalked towards him, panic flashing through his eyes while his heart rate accelerates. Everyone knew if you came across the “evil alpha” you would never see daylight again.

As if he adrenaline had kicked in, he began to flee. His pathetic attempt to save his life had only angered me. Weak. Filthy. Puny. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. We gave him a few seconds to run , he didn’t need it though. Rage was on him in less that two seconds and rammed him into a tree. He began whining and whimpering. The sound of pain that that made my wolf growl in delight. The brown wolf remained on the grown and Rage took three long strides until he was inches away from him. Rage lurched forward and snatched the back leg of the wolf, biting until I heard a definite crunch. The wolf howled in pain but it was cut short as Rage but the other hind leg, then the two in front. The wolf could no longer take the pain and shifted back to his human. He looked despicable. Arms and legs contorted at an awkward angle. I smiled inwardly and the sight of our work but we were not done.

“Don’t k*ll me please! I was just searching for food! Please I’m begging you!”

He pleaded with tears streaming down his face. Pathetic.

Rage began ripping his arms with his sharp teeth. Then he moved to the legs. The man who looked to be in his late 30’s cried out in pain with the remaining energy he had. Not wanting to hear it, we tore his head off in one swift motion. His body lay there limp against the tree. It was mainly his torso as everything else had been torn off. Satisfied with our k*ll, we began the trek back to the pack house. The red liquid staining our fur but it was not the first time we had been drenched in the life source of another.