Stalked

The loud snap of the whip on his back and the chains abrading his wrists, red hot pain roaring in his head as the claws dug in his scalp. The familiar rage and hatred pumped in his veins, a haunting voice murmured in his ears, the chilling taunts and the cold arctic blue eyes glaring down at him. The smell of blood and anger clogging the air - Carter sat upright in his bed, breathing heavily. The hatred and anger that was pent up in his heart clouded his mind. His wolf, paced back and forth releasing his own enraging growl, just as it lunged at the surface. 

Carter didn’t have these nightmares often, it was only when something or someone triggered the memories of his last that he would be like this- he closed his eyes to even out his breath just as his wolf realised that it was nothing more but a nightmare and settled in his pacing.  He turned to look at the empty space beside him and released a frustrated snarl, he really couldn’t understand women, espe