BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 233: Blood Lust

Chapter 233: Blood Lust

Turning, and ready to go off at speed again but something caught my leg and it felt like a wire, my gleaming eyes leveled to it. It looked like I just caught something loose and in response to my thoughts, I heard something snap.

I turned in speed when I saw a large trap of tree bark coming my way. Did I just walk into a trap? What was this a joke? Someone was certainly trying to aggravate me. With a wave of my sharp claw, I split the large tree into pieces.

That was when they came into view, out of nowhere and odorless. I should have smelt them from even a mile away but no... I didn’t. And right now I was surrounded. The trees and even below, what looked like figures in black and half of their faces covered. No one needed to tell me twice.

’Venatores’

I growled... drew sharply on my breath, as the frenzy took over, when I pictured Emma, part of my senses were back so I had my mind but right now, I lost it, I lost my goal as something else took over, blood lust. I was itching for the kill to the point all I thought of was blood and my claws slicing through flesh, my beast, my animalistic thoughts took over, and Emma was gone and replaced with nothing but darkness.

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GRAYSON

We lay in waiting just like always in the deepest part of the woods, on trees, hiding in bushes, traps set and surveying the area, we knew werelions were attached to the wild and we knew this was the perfect hunting grounds. But over the past months, the werelions have been careful, and there were none in sight, but we were a patient Tribe, sometimes it took months of scouting but we aren’t bothered by it.

Through my binoculars {Night vision} and also heat signature detection I surveyed the area we covered from the top of a tree. Werelions give off abnormal heat so it was easy to detect them with this.

I felt pressure on the bark beside me, someone just landed.

"Yo Grayson seen anything yet?"

"No" I answered in a simple tone.

"You don’t think they bolted, do ya?"

"Werelions are pride creatures, they will be hunting us instead"

"Ha yes, you’re right. Prideful powerful creatures. They sure maintained their names as the superior species, it’s weird though because there are other powerful creatures you know like the Vampires, the royals to be exact, what was their name again? Zel- Zel something I think"

"Zalatoris" I corrected. This was not the time to be all chatty but trust Sam to always talk.

"Yes Zalatoris, we have only encountered how many of them again?"

"None"

"They are ghosts like us"

"Just shut it, Sam"

"Right, sorry"

"I spotted something," one of us called in. And I focused my binoculars on the direction he pointed to. "Seen"

It didn’t take long before the Werelion fell into our trap or so we thought. We just watched before our eyes as it turned a large tree bark into pieces in a split second.

"That’s an Alpha all right, look at the speed and I think we pissed it off"

What Sam said was true but something didn’t feel right, this werelion gave off a strange powerful aura that shook my bones.

"Let’s move!" the older one in-charge of this party said and some of us came down and encircled the Alpha.

I narrowed my eyes and looked closely, they widened because I recognized this werelion it was the same one that took down that Manticore, the same Alpha... maybe that was the strange feeling I got from it, I tried to convince myself that was it but I could see it all.

I was down the tree at speed.

"That’s a Rogue Alpha!" I announced.

That bizarre look and the heavy blood lust were enough to tell me everything.

One minute I was barking to the others and the next there was blood splashing like paint in the area. We were about 10. A party was chosen to survey this area for werelions, I didn’t wanna go because that would mean working with others but my dad insisted and I can’t disobey our leader.

Then where are the parties? Some were partly in pieces, when I mean pieces I mean it literally, goofy mess.

"WE NEED BACKUP!"

I don’t think they will get here in time, we are in for it and I don’t think we will survive this. We knew of rogues and we have encountered them before, this was different, this was a fucking Alpha, taller and more aggressive than the rest we have ever seen.

It turned growling, mouth and canines covered in blood, with a leg of what belonged to one of us, it spit it out and growled, its gleaming eyes alone were enough to fall the full forest. And I watched with wide eyes as its claws grew in length like it was preparing for us and we did too.

In spite of fear we still fight, that was how we were made even though we were nothing but ants before this Alpha.

Guns were too loud and carried attention so we always settled for medieval advanced weapons, only on some occasions were needed guns. Our crossbow arrows were inbound with silver and even as the rest of us shot at it... this Alpha caught them and destroyed them like sport with no penetrating at all, just how fast is this thing?

Next was a purely swift movement that not even my eyes could keep up with, and then what was before me was the death of the entire party all laid waste like nothing.

It was just me and this beast now, standing just a mere distance in front of me that I knew too well it would close the distance in a split second because of how fast it was. It cracked its shoulder and bellowed at me, a sound that shook the entire trees in the area.

I drew my dagger an inches longer than the rest I had. My hands were trembling but I was stubborn, I didn’t break gaze with it, a gleaming golden eyes that stared into my very soul and I saw it... this werelion no longer have a sense of reasoning, I was dealing with an animal and this will most likely be my death. But I will die fighting... because that is just who I am.