Thief Of Hope
A Witch Hunt Of One
Carver jerked awake from his half-sleep with a start.
Dammit, I didn't almost fall asleep again did I? would have been his immediate thought, however, he was much more preoccupied with the massive wolf barreling towards him.
Without thinking, he jumped over the back of the bench, trying to get as much distance between him and the beast as possible. He could feel his skin itching, his brain screaming. His entire body was yelling at him, telling him to shift. But he would not obey.
What is this thing doing coming after me? I didn't piss it off did I? Well, did I? I mean I might have. Eh, who even knows anymore.
"S-Stop! Uh... Please!" He shouted, not quite knowing what else to say. The wolf dwarfed him, almost standing as tall on four legs as he did on two. He had no doubt it could rip him in two without a second thought, unless it was a shifter. In which case it would probably not rip him in two. Probably. God he hoped it was a shifter. He was tempted to pray, for the first time in his life.
Dammit, I didn't almost fall asleep again did I? would have been his immediate thought, however, he was much more preoccupied with the massive wolf barreling towards him.
Without thinking, he jumped over the back of the bench, trying to get as much distance between him and the beast as possible. He could feel his skin itching, his brain screaming. His entire body was yelling at him, telling him to shift. But he would not obey.
What is this thing doing coming after me? I didn't piss it off did I? Well, did I? I mean I might have. Eh, who even knows anymore.
"S-Stop! Uh... Please!" He shouted, not quite knowing what else to say. The wolf dwarfed him, almost standing as tall on four legs as he did on two. He had no doubt it could rip him in two without a second thought, unless it was a shifter. In which case it would probably not rip him in two. Probably. God he hoped it was a shifter. He was tempted to pray, for the first time in his life.