
Akilla’s feet barely touched the ground as she moved swiftly through the woods. She smelt the rotten stench of a werewolf, who was very close to her territory. She squinted, perfecting her vision. There was another scent, something she didn’t recognize. It didn’t smell horrible, but it was rather… strange. Then, there was the smell of an unfamiliar vampire; male, to be exact. She became close to hearing range after a few moments. Was it a fight? She moved quicker and with one large bound, she was leaping off of tree limbs, hidden by the brush.
She stopped in a tree near a clearing, where a young male vampire ran full force after a werewolf. Her upper lip curled into a snarl at the potent stench. She held close to the tree, watching. There was a girl, the one giving off the peculiar scent.
What is she? she asked herself, watching carefully. Her body surged for the chase. It was something she lived for. However, she kept herself steady, not wanting to give herself away.