The predators becomes the preys

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The pain struck at a lightning speed and spread all over her body, reaching her brain. For a brief moment, the world stood still, the air around her stood still and it all came to a halt. Aziza could remember the taste of blood quite frankly because she always had cuts in her mouth or a kick to the stomach that always caused her to cough out blood. So, the taste was familiar, yet she refused to believe that it was blood. She was Aziza, a hybrid without weaknesses when there should be. She was invisible and powerful and could not have tasted blood in her mouth. But her brain knew too well and it was confirmed when she lowered her gaze and saw the other edge of a dagger poking out from her chest. But that was not the only dagger, for there was another right at her abdomen. Shocked, confused and somewhat terrified, she slowly lifted her hand to the dagger. A different pain pierced her sharply, it almost felt like a punch right at her stomach, then her stomach turned in, making her feel like she was suffocating. Forcefully, she coughed and there was blood. Her eyes went down again, when she saw a third dagger, then her head felt light. It suddenly grew very cold around her, too cold then it became blurry. She could still make out the eyes of the beast, their paws, their furs and the mightiness of them as they came out of their hiding place and stalk towards her slowly, like predators about to feast on their prey with grunts and growls. Their eyes were ever so peculiar, it almost glowed in the night, then her senses gave way. The blurriness shifted and shifted till it turned totally white and downfall. The werewolves stalked towards her, a total number of nine as one was already down. Seeing as there was no more danger, their fangs began to shorten, their claws began to retract inside of their skin as it quickly fixed back what looked like a ruptured skin while their paws straightened and the contrary of what happens when they changed into wolves. Bones snapped, furs that covered their skin slowly disappeared into their skin. Their backs snapped and so did their hind legs as they began to take the full shape of humans again, straightening and lengthening themselves as the time went on till they recovered into their full self. Men, naked men, toned, masculine and strong as blessed by the goddess and a few able bodied and beautiful women stood naked as they circled around the limp body of Aziza with a satisfied look of victory on their faces. News of the supernatural things that had suddenly started happening in the human world had reached the ears of the oracle. Yes, the humans were strange and definitely not worth their time, especially now that they had their own life, better than what the petty humans could ever have. Their activities had absolutely nothing to do with their race and they only focused on themselves, few at least. No one cared about the deaths and issues that occurred in their world not until it became frequent and terrifying. This was no longer war between humans, gun fire between cartels or an assassination for politicians who called the shots. It had become more than that, so fast, it frightened the oracle. The news of the frequent death caused by a certain red hair who seemed different from humans had made them panic. No supernatural was supposed to be in the world of the humans again and even if there were, they were supposed to remain hidden and made no use of their abilities. Yet one of them moved about, causing mayhem and fear to the both worlds in general. Confused on who it could be or what it could be, werewolves were sent to the human world. It was supposed to be a job for a single person but when the informant had advised against it, they had sent almost a pack. The messengers saw it absurd to have a whole team come down to take care of one single supernatural, not until they got there. Her powers were beyond impressive for they could smell her from afar off. “What is she?” An omega from the mystic crescent pack asked as she squatted beside the woman who seemed to fascinate her so much. She had the darkest hair and slender body. Carried the calm and aura of a mystic being like a goddess but everyone from that pack did. “Shut up,” a broad looking man kicked her aside. She shot up and hissed at him with pure disdain while her claws elongated from within her fingers. The man who pushed her aside smirked and flashed her his canines without a break of sweat. He was powerful, from the rogue hound pack. He knew he would kill her if she attacked, she was from a weak pack, the weakest part in their world and didn’t deserve to be a part of them. But the omega cared less about that, she hated being bullied and would die fighting a battle she knew she would lose rather than accept that she was weak because she was from a weaker pack. “Don’t be stupid and keep your foolishness aside,” the voice of the beta of ravenous beast pack resonated amongst them and it fell silent. The most powerful pack of the time with no one to challenge them. Kane Creed was the second in command to the shadow pack and the mate of the omega. Her heart skipped at the sound of his very powerful and beautiful voice and the familiar pain of being rejected by him resonated in her heart like she was the one who was stabbed. She was weak, she was from a weak pack and that was enough reason for him to reject her without a second glance. The mate bond made it harder for her to survive but she stood tall nonetheless and pretended to not care or feel the pain of his rejection every time she breathed in his scent or heard the sound of his voice just like he had completely done to her. Her eyes lingered at the man whose voice was like the very air she breathed and another pain struck her. He was naked, just as everyone else, brown hair, deep brown eyes, tanned skin and a very big man. He was perfect and she was simply nothing, someone who was unworthy to have him. Kane felt her gaze on him and grew irritated as he turned his eyes to hers. The longing in her eyes made him snicker in amusement. His hate for her was still very deep. How could the goddess have cursed him with such a weak mate? A man of his status deserved more, a man of his status needed more. Someone to look strong and perfect beside him and not a weak and skinny person from the weakest pack that he could squash when he wanted to. How dare she dream that he would accept her? How dare she insult him by longing for him like that? Such a joke, she should better die rather than be at his side. Daciana saw the condemnation in his eyes and it made her skin crawl with an itching pain and a need to die. The mate bond refusing to let her see past him, refusing to let her hate him. But she would, someday. She would not die or let him make her weak, she would strive so far, he would see. she immediately looked away. Ignoring her, Kane went closer to Aziza who remained on the floor lifeless and squatted beside her. He had been amazed by her beauty, amazed by her aura, fascinated by her smell. It was unique, different from anything that he had ever felt and scary as well. He had seen her move at the speed of light, he had felt her uncanny power, and he had seen the death that she could cause without a blink of her eyes. “What is she?” someone amongst them asked again. “I honestly don’t know,” his voice came low yet audible and dim to their peculiar hearing. “Should we take her back?” another asked “She smells different and feels different too,” another added. “What use would she be in our world? She isn’t as powerful as the informant made us believe, she is dead anyway, let's just burn her and go,” a gamma from the white blood pack responded in irritation. He hated to have come to such a petty mission over a strange and weak woman. It insulted his office, power and strength and it was a complete waste of his time. “The oracle might need her,” Daciana, who was tossed aside, said and they all turned to her. A glare and hissing followed as they turned away and ignored her like she was nothing just like they all treated her pack. “You probably shouldn’t have stabbed her so many times,” another entered and turned to the werewolf who had taken the intuition to use her dagger. “She was frightening. Don’t tell me that you didn’t feel it, I probably did the best for all of you,” Tara replied and crossed her hand over her chest proudly. No one dared say a thing after that, she was from the rogue hound pack and was very close to Kane and would not want to be on his bad side. “She is dead now, the mission is over and most of us simply wasted our time,” Kane stood up from where he was squatting and turned away. “Burn her,” he ordered as the strongest, toughest and highest in rank. “Wait, no…” Daciana protested and stepped forward. “She might be useful to the oracle and that was not the order we were even given,” she added, remembering that they were not supposed to kill her even. Her beta snapped his eyes to her and flashed her a hateful glare that filled her heart with sorrow and she lowered her gaze. “She thinks she suddenly has the power to speak just because she was sent to a mission with us,” Tara hissed. “No, that’s not it,” Daciana’s loudmouth responded. “But I’m a wolf too and I have a say in all this. She can’t suddenly die, not after the terrifying description that….” “Shut up,” Kane growled at her and took hold of her neck, then he flung her into the air till her back hit hard against a trash can. “Don’t try to prove yourself to me, don’t try to be smart. I will reject you over and over again. If I were you, I would hide, run or die because you are a waste, something more than trash that can never be seen as an insect, talk more of a human or even one of us,” he growled. Laughter followed his display and he turned back to the limp body of Aziza, agitated. “You know….” a strange voice mumbled and everyone immediately turned to her dead body. “You should listen to her. I can be very terrifying,” she suddenly hit her hand against the ground, the pressure pushing her up to her feet. She pulled out the dagger from her chest and stabbed the nearest werewolf she found. The rest charged at her, their fangs protruding out of their mouth and their claws coming to view while the others went as far as trying to change. She pulled the second dagger from stomach and turned to the woman who she had heard stabbed her. She was about to pull up another dagger to repeat what she had done earlier when Aziza’s bloody dagger, caught off her hand. Her eyes went wide and she screamed as the other hand clutched to her incapacitated hand. Aziza struck a wolf who attempted to claw her by his chest, the pressure and the superstrength she carried, mightier than that of a full werewolf as it pushed him aside to crash into the others that were charging at her. Then she turned to the Tara who had an already incapacitated hand, pulled out the last dagger and threw it at the other hand. It hit right at the spot and the hand fell off, then her screams of pain and sheer horror filled the air. She zoomed to the shattered woman and stopped right in front of her. Her eyes widened and full of fright came on her. Aziza fell in love with that look and flashed her a smile, just before she struck her bare hand into her chest, feeling the warmth and moist and blood within. She took hold of her heart and pulled it out while maintaining the smile on her face. The others came to a halt immediately they saw one of the most powerful werewolves of the rogue hound pack fall. Finally sure of not having a dagger at her back, she felt nearly satisfied especially when she no longer felt any movement. She lowered her head, allowing some strands of her hair to fall to her face. Their grunts, panting heart and foolish smell of bravery and shock made her smirk as her full powers came to view. Her claws elongated from her fingers and her fangs grew long, longer than any of them. Her pupils went darker and the red circle around it shone brightly. A blood bath was about to happen for she could taste the blood already and she wanted to have a taste. Her hunger only intensified. The oracle had only sacrificed a lot of life, the life of her beloved people and they would be sacrificing more after she was done. “Now,” she slowly turned around to meet them. Her hair covering her facing, blood dripping from her hand and her eyes closed like she was sleepy. “Where is Russel?” she snapped her eyes open, the wave of her power washing all over their skin and the smell of death making them jump out of their skin as they met her eyes.
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