Prolouge

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The hunter stalked its prey. Her large blue eyes watched the every move of the young boy in front of her. Staring at him with unblinking eyes.
Tonight was the night.
Tonight, she would do what had to be done. The only problem was, there was a large chance the boy would have to be bitten before the full moon was at its fullest. This would make the whole process a lot more painful, but he would just have to cope.

The boy was about 14-15, he had scruffy brown hair and glasses which magnified his emerald green eyes. He wore casual jeans and a t-shirt, which hung loosely over his skinny frame. The hunter thought he looked weak, but she had specific orders from her master: "bite the human who's name is Simon, he will walk down the secluded lane, and you will turn him at full moon."

She couldn't disobey or her head would be separated from her body.

She continued to follow him, as he walked on through the forest lane, oblivious to the massive brown wolf, who was stalking him.

As full moon rose the hunter heard the faint sound of a howl, the howl of the blood river pack! She had to get to him first. She had waited as long as she could, but time was running out.

She took her aim and pounced...

And she missed. Her claws sank in to his arm and he ran. Perfect she thought, now I actually have to chase. It was a fairly unfair chase but it took a while for the hunter to track the boy, as she had twisted her paw. She cursed herself for being foolish enough to miss a standing target.

When she caught up with the poor boy, she snarled fiercely and sank her fangs in to the shoulder she had already wounded. She then scooped the unconscious boy on to her back and dropped him outside the nearest hospital, then she left the scene undetected.

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