THE BEAST AND THE MAID
With a swift run, he caught up with the maid in no time where she was hiding in an enclosed room, he was able to sniff out her scent.
Her eyes dilated, staring in fear as he tore open the door she had shut with a key, "Please," she stammered.
The beast stalked her slowly, enjoying the smell of fear that permeated from her. He was drunk on power.
The beast did not not care whether she was a human or not, his mind was clouded with darkness and the scent of her blood that wafted over the place. The beast smiled with an enormous amount of pleasure.
Terrified, the maid screamed out loud as she saw the full set of jaded teeth in his mouth.
"Please don't kill me," she begged, drawing backward, she was a werewolf and was stronger than most shifters, but she was no match for the beast before her.
The beast stalked her until there was no space for her to go further.
