Page 14 of Alpha Power

She jumped to her feet, chasing after him. “Wait!” she called out.

He stopped so suddenly Zamorra almost smacked into his back. He turned his head slightly, arching an eyebrow. “Yes, Little Alpha?”

Her body heated at the nickname he had for her. She liked it and so did her werewolf. She inched closer, lowering her voice. “I need to hunt.”

Luther frowned. He gave her a confused look and Zamorra let her eyes flash silver so he could see her werewolf right there, just beneath the surface. His eyes lit with recognition. “Ahh. Of course. Do what you need, just don’t leave the property.” He turned and began walking away, again.

“Does that include the forest?” She yelled after him.

“Yes,” he said, voice fading.

Excitement brimming, she turned back to face the room and gave a two-finger salute. “Until next time, vampire minions.”

Zamorra sprinted out of the room, leaving his vampire minions to continue staring broodily at one another. She passed Margaret dusting a painting in the foyer who gave her a scathing look. “No running in the house.”

A flashback of her mother saying the exact same thing blazed through her mind, forcing her to skid to a halt, her shoes squeaking against the floor.

Zamorra blinked. “Seriously?”

Margaret stared at her, a blank expression on her face. "No.” She laughed and walked away.

Strange woman.

Food. Hungry. Food.Her werewolf nudged her towards the door.

Okay, okay.

She burst out the front door, startling a vampire soldier on duty. “Sorry!” she yelled as she leapt down the porch steps and sprinted away from the mansion.

Faster, her werewolf urged, and Zamorra ran harder.

She could feel her control slipping and she knew that if she wanted to save her clothes, she needed to clear that fence. Quick.

She leapt into the air, the wind at her back helping to propel her forward, up and over that tall iron fence. Once she landed, she quickly ran to the trees for cover and stripped.

As a shifter, nudity was like second nature to her. From a young age, her mother taught her to embrace her body. To accept the shift as part of her core, her essence and revel in it. It was an honour to be born as a shifter and you had to respect the mythical power that came with it.

Zamorra stood upright, closed her eyes and smirked. “Have fun.”

Her werewolf moved to the forefront of her mind and took control. One minute she was a human, the next she was a large silver werewolf. Magic swirled in the air allaround her, so powerful and ancient that even Zamorra didn’t entirely understand it.

Standing tall, her gigantic, muscular body stood at 6'7. Thick, silver fur covered every inch of her light skin. Her blue eyes changed to silver, her mouth transformed, large white canines taking the place of her human teeth, her nose - replaced with a snout. Her ears grew larger and into a high point, both of them twitching as every sound within a 10km radius bombarded her senses.

She roared into the cold night air and dropped to all fours, scratching her razor-sharp claws along the ground.

Finally.

And then she ran. She ran fast and she ran free. Her claws dug deep into the dirt as her arms and legs propelled her forward. Her heart beating faster and faster in her chest, pumping adrenaline throughout her entire body.

Something inside her shifted, a deep yearning to be free and she howled again, the sound echoing through the trees and making the birds fly off into the night.

She vaulted through the forest, jumping over logs and swinging from the trees like a spider monkey. With each powerful step, she moved deeper into the forest, her arms snatching rabbits off the ground and stuffing them down her large mouth as she ran. She learned how to eat on the run a long time ago. It definitely came in handy.

For hours she ran, enjoying the feel of the night air ruffling through her fur. The many different scents that bombarded her. Damp moss, flowers, rain, pine. She embraced it all. Revelled in it all. There wasn’t really anything that could compare to the freedom of being in her true form.

After a couple of rabbits and one feisty kangaroo, she was sated. As she trotted back on all fours, twigs snapping underneath her claws, she scented something in the air. Something that wasn’t there a moment ago.

Nose twitching, she raised it slightly. Vampire. Her eyes flicked upwards, scanning the trees.

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