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Chapter 8: Hunt

Your whole body aches with exhaustion. You�ve spent your entire week meditating behind the temple with Genkai. During that time, you were forced to conjure many things, the most common of which was a round stone wall to encompass you, high enough that you could not be seen, and strong enough that it didn�t shatter immediately when you touched it. It was still an illusion, Genkai admitted, but it could protect you long enough to remove you from harm�s way. As it is, when food is laid before you, you devour it. Genkai promises that after the pups are born, she will be willing to teach you more offensive technique, but that for now, this is all your body can handle.

The thought of your pups has you absently rubbing at your belly again, and after your fifth bowl of rice you excuse yourself to go lay down. The couch is the closest comfortable place for this, and so you drop yourself into it, closing your eyes and falling asleep almost instantly.

Your dreams are filled with his face, and you are restless. �Why?� you demand, �Why can�t you stand to be around me? Why can�t you care even a little for me? Why can�t I be strong like you?� You awake with these questions on your lips, suddenly jerked into consciousness without explanation. Genkai is still shuffling around in the next room and you sneak out into the back yard, desperate for a chance to run. Once inside the forest, you shed your clothes and shift.

Changing into your wolf form if like slowly dissolving into a cool viscous liquid, relaxing every muscle in your body so that they can stretch and coil into their new shape, one as familiar to you as the skin you wore now. You feel the muscle tense back into place one at a time; your bones harden, and skin stretches taut and secure. The feeling of sprouting the dark silver fur is like silk sliding out of your skin, soft and suddenly warm. Your heart beats a little faster, and you run your long pink tongue over the fresh sharpness of your teeth. This is your beast, your soul�your home.

The beauty of the wolf is its endurance. In this form you can lope for miles without tiring, which is what you do, taking off into the forest and setting a steady pace while the flora shifts and gnarls around u. You can feel more acutely now the presence of demonic ki all around you, and avoid threats easily. It makes you overwhelmingly grateful for Genkai�s teaching, exhausting though it may be. Still, she never pushed your body beyond its limits, and after a meal or a good nights sleep you felt refreshed even. The week was at an end, and aside from your restless dreams, it had all gone rather well. Still, you felt a slight thrill of excitement knowing that soon Hiei would return, and you�d be able to see him again.

"Maternal instincts," you growled at yourself, but even you knew it was not simply that. This past week, and Hiei�s last conversation with you, had given you much to think on. The truth was hovering on the tip of your tongue, and for this moment, you had no desire to let it free. Instead, you pull yourself up the hill in front of you, and at the zenith you sit back on your haunches, throw back your head, and bellow your pain to the sky, where she carries it away on a quick gust of wind. Perhaps your brother will hear you, you miss him terribly.

As you slowly make your way back to Genkai�s temple, a presence, just at the edge of your awareness, begins moving closer. Quick as a thought, you change directions, and begin making a new rout home, but the ki that you feel follows, and continues drawing closer. Genkai has not yet taught you how to identify a creature by its ki, and so you have no idea whether the creature following you if friendly or not. Your hopes aren�t high. Just as you�re sure it will close in on you any moment, the being stops advancing. You can barely concentrate on it for long because your attention is split, half of you trying to stay a course back to the temple. But even through the brief snatches of ki you pick up, you can tell now that it�s pacing you.

Fear spikes through your gut, and a sudden rush of adrenaline harries you to pick up your pace. A moment later you check to find the creature has also picked up its speed. You weave through low shrubbery, making your course as erratic as possible, bu each time you check, the creature is still pacing you. A small draft of wind tickles across your back and past your nose, carrying on it a scent you know all too well.

The wolf demon packs keep mostly to the demon and spirit worlds, partially under the orders of the powers that be, and partially because they disliked being around humans. Humans asked too many questions, and carried too many weapons that could kill from a distance or worse, put one of her kind to sleep. The next morning they would wake up in a cage and overwhelmed by fear and rage.

It was scenarios like this that led to "unfortunate accidents" as they were often called. A wolf demon would break free of their cell and attack whatever human creature was closest. More often than not the attack would be fatal, but on very rare occasions the victim (though that is quite debatable in the case of their captures) survived. The product was a person who, by the next full moon, transformed into a creature half way between a man and a wolf. Basically your typical Hollywood wolfman, only this transformation was permanent.

These mindless creatures would slaughter anything in their path, unless the caught a whiff of one of the wolf demons. A werewolf would track a wolf demon through hell until one of them died. They had an amazing ability to commit a specific wolf demon�s scent to memory, and the wolf they found would never be safe again. You smell the rancid amalgam of human flesh, wolf fur, and demon blood. This creature had already killed tonight, and you are next on a menu that had nothing to do with nourishment.

The panic that seizes you is almost paralyzing. All you can think of is how desperately you need to get away from the creature or not only your life, but the lives of your pups was at stake. This new knowledge presses you to move faster, turning all your focus to the task of getting home, following your nose you race towards home. Perhaps you should have saved some attention for the creature pursuing you, you might not have been so surprised when it managed to pass you, and intercepted you within a mile of your new home.

He is six feet tall, every inch of him thick dangerous muscle. He is covered in wiry black hair, save for the patch of white at his neck, and saliva drips ravenously from between his exposed fangs. The stink of madness is on him, like shattered glass and bile, stinging your nose and dulling your sense of smell. He flexes long, sharp, black nails and takes a menacing step towards you.

You crouch low and start slinking backwards, lips pulled back off your own deadly set of fangs, snarling your only warning to the beast. "Back off," you pray. You don�t want to risk your pups attacking him right now. However, he advances, and crooked grin sitting eerily on his distorted face. You are his target, you know he won�t back down until he sees you dead, or the other way around. With a vicious snarl, you dart in, sinking your fangs into his calf and darting back out, licking the traces of blood from your lips, and eyeing him for your next opening.

As you make your second dash for him (this was always easier with your pack around working together) he swipes you aside with one massive sweep of his claws, digging three shallow rivers into your back, and sending you flying. You barely have time to turn yourself so that it is your back, and not your side or stomach that hits the tree. The pain is immediate, and almost blinding. For several moments, you expect the monster to close in on you, and finish you off, but as your vision slowly returns, nothing happens. Shaking the last of the blow from yourself you hear the sounds of a scuffle, dozens of paws on the ground, and fierce barking.

Your eyes quickly take in the scene before you as you heave yourself to your feet. Wolves, maybe fifteen or so of them have circled around the wolfman, and are viciously attacking him. Had you been in human form you might have teared up at the sight. As it was, you felt a deep sense of pride at your brethren and as they brought the beast down to his knees you loped over. They let you pass, and for a moment you stared at the bleeding, dying creature, and you can see into his eyes as the madness clears, and something intelligent glares back at you.

You realize, with a start, what a horrible fate he�d been locked into, and something in your gut trembles. Not exactly pity, but not far from it. The feeling soon passes as you recall the ruthless way he would have slaughtered you and your pups with relish. Your hesitation evaporates as you pounce, sinking fangs deep into the wolfman�s jugular. For a moment the vein hesitates, then bursts free, raining the hot thick liquid all over you. You stare for a moment at his corpse and feel nothing, your animal nature relishes in the kill, and the impulse to feed is so strong you actually bend your head down before remembering the temple. You need to get home.

The wolves hover around you, sniffing at you and licking, tentatively, the wounds on your back. They want to know if the pups are well, and with a soft "woof" you reassure them that everything is fine. They want you to stay with them, feed, and let them take care of you until you bear your pups, but you have to go, and soon you are saying farewell. As you leave, you mark the scent of this pack upon your brain. You owe them more than your life.

The mile back to the house feels like an eternity, and the cuts on your back are starting to sting. Still, a somewhat satiated smile hangs in your heart as you enter the clearing. Voices are speaking to one another in hushed tones, you recognize one as Genkai, and soon find her standing among the Spirit Detective and friends. Upon approaching you woof a greeting, stopping dead when you see that Genkai holds your clothes in her hands, and the air around them literally vibrates with tension. Upon hearing you, they all turn.

"What the hell?" Yusuke snaps. "What�s a wolf doing here?"

Kurama is frowning, his dark green eyes narrowed at you suspiciously. Surely he recognizes you! It�s then you realize that none of them have ever seen you in wolf form. You cock your head to the side, "But shouldn�t they be able to figure it out?" you wonder.

"That is not an ordinary she-wolf," Kurama says at last, taking a hesitant step towards you.

Yusuke snorts. "Whatever, I�ll take care of it." He lifts his right hand, pointer and thumb extended, the rest of his fingers curled under. For a moment you try to recall where you�ve seen that pose before, and then the tip starts to glow blue.

Memory snaps into place. The Dark Tournament! That pose! Yusuke�s Spirit Gun�

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.A/N: After a VERY long hiatus (sorry about that!) I have returned! And here it is, Chapter 8, I hope it pleases! Please review!
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Chapter 8: Hunt