THE SPECIES OF RIVALS
by Graveyard Greg
Copyright 2010 by Graveyard Greg
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I hate the smell of blood. It's got a metallic tang and makes my teeth hurt, as if I'd eaten too much sugar. I don't know why a scent would do that--I'm just eighteen and still in high school. All I know is I was tracking it when my prey's scent faded from me.
It was dark in the woods. The sun had set about an hour ago, and if it weren't for my fur, I'd be cold. I was wearing just my jogging pants, since they adjust to my werelion form. Although I was running at top speed, I barely made a sound as I raced alongside the park trail, leaping and dodging fallen branches and scattered leaves dropped by the trees around and over me. Any sound I had to make in my pursuit was muffled by my paws. If I wasn't so focused on tracking, I'd enjoy the run.