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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Natalia couldn't deny that approaching the alpha caused her heart to race, it was just like that night all over again. Here she was, before the beast she was certain was the one who'd killed her father and changed her life forever. She noticed his stare through her peripherals, and it was abundantly clear that he didn't trust her actions. Natalia didn't expect him to, but she hoped to distract him enough to get a first, powerful hit in. With his heckles raising, she knew her time was slipping away; she had to act. The sounds that rumbled from within him took her back to that night, when she stood toe to toe with a beast she had no hope of defeating. Natalia had to play it smart if she wanted to kill him. It would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid, she was petrified, but she didn't let it show. No, he couldn't have her fear. He'd taken everything else, and it was time to pay.<br/>
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The swiftness of his head caught her off guard, and a sharp pain caught her muzzle with a hint of warmth as blood began to trickle out of the newly created puncture wounds. The pain didn't deter her, nor did she alert her pain to him. As a human, she'd hissed, screamed, yelled. Their fight had been one of extreme pain for her, and she was not about to allow him the pleasure of a second. Finally, she managed to sink her fangs into his flesh. The taste of his blood filled her mouth, and she pinned it in her mind. It felt <i>satisfying</i>. However, when she noticed the change in his eyes, the she-wolf felt her stomach fall before she felt the vicious, powerful bite. His jaws clamped like a vice around her neck, the sharpness of his fangs already piercing the tender flesh of her throat. With the effort of their weight and the way he pawed at her, the female had no choice. She could fight, but he had her throat. It was a risky move. Even if he did seem less willing to kill her than before, she still wouldn't risk it.<br/>
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The vibrations from his ferocious growls ebbed through her fur, her flesh. The female had to fight to remain in control, as opposed to her immediate flight response that was begging to come to the surface. Against her desires, the female began to ease the tension in her muscles. Slowly, she allowed herself to be shoved down onto her side. A soft huff escaped her before she eased onto her back. A high pitched whine like noise escaped her as a paw rose to nudge against his chest, her claws barely scraping against his chest. She needed to get out; the fear was climbing to levels she couldn't control. So much so, that her body decided she needed to shift. It was a way she could escape, his grip would falter when her form shrank, then she could run and never look back; something she hadn't been able to do that night.<br/>
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A pain filled howl tore from her throat, despite the grip he had on her. It soared through the air, piercing any nearby ears. Her body arched awkwardly as her body began to shudder as her muscles and bones began to reform. Natalia had never seen a werewolf struggle as much as she did with shifting, maybe because she still tried to deny what she was, she despised it. Every act as a werewolf required her to face her dark past, and it was crippling. Eventually she noticed that he'd backed off to some degree, and her very human figure was laying against the cold cobblestones. Slowly, the brunette gazed upward, her gaze meeting his just as they had the day she'd met him. There was a moment when he would see the fear in her eyes, curdling with the sheer amount of pain and rage that fuelled her. "You're not going to break me again." Her words were firm, but her voice was soft.<br/>
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In an instant, the naked woman rose to her feet with a swift motion. Without hesitation she tore off into a sprint, slipping through a small gap in the circle. Her form looked prime for running; she was toned and well developed, as well as her werewolf changes. Natalia pressed on the balls of her feet as she launched down the connecting street. All she knew was that she had to get as far away from them as possible. In her mind, she could feel herself screaming. She was running from what she needed to do, from her only task. It was the very reason she'd survived; revenge. Chocolate curls bounced over her olive skin that almost shimmered in the moonlight. Several people were out in the town, and seemed to just catch a glimpse of her. Natalia knew she had to get somewhere she could hide, and maybe steal some clothes.<br/>
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The she wolf just kept running, there was no thought process or plan. Natalia ran as if it was that very night. <br/>
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Eventually, she found herself running out onto a beach. It spanned for what seemed to be miles, not a single soul disturbed the peace of the lapping waves onto the sand. A sigh of pain escaped the female as she stared out over the sea. There was nowhere else to run. Her toes nestled in the sand as she finally took a glance back. Her scent would lead him right to her. Natalia needed to face her demons, she had to. </span>