It had started the way it always did, with the strange way his bones melted and folded to form a wolf from a man and Jacob couldn't help but grin; he was the wolf again, after so long, and he felt free. Being human all the time made him feel trapped and he'd run to find Belle...
...he'd never had the rage before. It welled up inside him the way it did when he saw vampires and he snarled, hackles raising when he saw the other wolf. He wasn't the same, not even the same species, but he was competition.
He'd expected the big black dog, as much as he expected anything from the night, suddenly more open to him than it had ever been--the forest and the open sky and no one to herd him away from his prey.
Or another predator. It's bigger than the dog--bigger than the stag, even, but Remus can still smell the blood clinging to his fur and whatever this wolf is, under the skin it's not so different from what he left in the tunnel. It still bleeds. Giving a short, snarling bark, his claws tear up the dirt between them as he launches himself at it.
Jacob had fought with Paul and Quil when phased but it had always been training, the uprising of the young pups against the old dogs but this was different. This was the way he felt about the vampires, the wolf taking over and driving him to want to rip the other's throat out.
He was a little bigger, but the other was faster...it wouldn't be an easy match won with a clean kill.
Much better than the girl had been and he left her, focused on the wolf.
Life before now had been long gaps between moons, cages and nothing, doctors and nothing, the shack and nothing. The instinct to bite, to kill, bubbled up from the pit of his stomach, he'd wanted to hurt but had nothing to hurt, and when he did--the dog, the stag, the rat--it had been, he'd played with them.
Even with blood on his tongue, he wants to play at this: instead of going for the throat, he twists, hitting the larger wolf in the side and scrabbling for purchase with tooth and claw, trying to rip at its stomach.
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...he'd never had the rage before. It welled up inside him the way it did when he saw vampires and he snarled, hackles raising when he saw the other wolf. He wasn't the same, not even the same species, but he was competition.
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Or another predator. It's bigger than the dog--bigger than the stag, even, but Remus can still smell the blood clinging to his fur and whatever this wolf is, under the skin it's not so different from what he left in the tunnel. It still bleeds. Giving a short, snarling bark, his claws tear up the dirt between them as he launches himself at it.
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He was a little bigger, but the other was faster...it wouldn't be an easy match won with a clean kill.
Much better than the girl had been and he left her, focused on the wolf.
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Even with blood on his tongue, he wants to play at this: instead of going for the throat, he twists, hitting the larger wolf in the side and scrabbling for purchase with tooth and claw, trying to rip at its stomach.
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