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scream.
    “Stop it!” She shrieked unsuccessfully. Christian was now a couple of feet away, holding a trembling hand to his mouth, then bringing it away covered in blood.
    “ Now that was uncalled for!” He shouted, spitting out the blood that seemed to invade his orifice. He lunged at Cameron who swung another punch, missing where he had aimed, Christian’s chest, and instead hitting him on his left shoulder. Tanitha’s eyes widened. Her slight hit had hit him there not long before and he had overreacted big time. She scanned Christian’s eyes for emotion. Was it her imagination or did the usual green flare ten times brighter than usual? Whether it was a trick of the light or not, it disappeared a few seconds later. Christian leapt forwards, taking Cameron unprepared, and knocked him down. He hooked Cameron’s face with his good hand three times, before Tanitha ran out of the room, shoving people out of her way. She glanced back to see Cheyne moving in to break the two up before she burst out the front door, tears trickling down her face. Had she really just experienced that horrific scene of uncontrolled blood lust? If this was what parties and popularity were all about, she wanted absolutely no part in it.
    A call, her name, brought her to her senses. She turned around, sobbing her fears. Christian came limping out, clutching his left arm. Blood pulsed steadily from between his fingers, leaving a trail of dripping crimson, but he took no notice of his source of agony.
    “Tanitha, I’m sorry.”
    “ Don’t.” She whispered, backing up with every step he took closer, still crying. She felt a tremor of fear and realised she was now scared of him. “Don’t do this.”
    “ Tanith…”
    Tanitha started off at a brisk run. She knew he wouldn’t be able to catch up to her in his state.
    “Tanitha! Tan…”
    He broke off as a ripple of pain invaded his senses. He snarled as he dropped to his knees, trying to fight the overwhelming sense of destruction heavily implying itself on his mind. His headache beat mercilessly. He crumpled to the ground, writhing with pain.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    He was free again. The moon shone brightly overhead, no darkness preventing its eerie glow. Clouds swathed hungrily around it like a thick scarf, each reaching for the light that could be found there and hanging on with a sense of heightened gloom. The Canine’s eyesight appreciated this fact. Soon the moon would be completely undercover as the vapour took over and then, there would be his destiny. To feast, to satisfy, to kill. His mind was on one thing, which was to quench his ever-growing hunger once again. He slinked silently into the forest, his pads pounding, unrelenting, on the crumbling dust. Trees reached for him, screaming his name into the wind, calling him to eat from their caverns. He accepted that call, diving into the forest quickly. His keen nose scented the smell of fear and distress. He shook his head and chuckled lightly, his human traits showing through briefly. One of the first rules of survival was never let your fear show, for if you did, you would never be seen alive again. It was as simple as that. His lope became a fast gallop and the breeze sent a song of freedom flowing through his ears and veins. His blood pumped with the memory of the precious life force that lay within every animal.
    His eyes caught the first sight of the girl, and he knew she could hear him, but couldn’t see him. The moon had disappeared, submitting itself to its fate within the clouds. He trotted after her, footfall for footfall. She turned a few times and each time he slid deep within the shadows. His open maw was curved into an awful smile. He was playing with her, biding his time, letting her fears increase with each gasp, each step she took. Soon. Soon he would satisfy the gnawing hunger that devoured all within.
    The girl stumbled and the Canine laughed at her stupidity. He was immediately there, on top of her, as she lay