Rogue Squad

Hunter's Attack

The crescent moon hangs low in the night sky, barely lighting the world on this cloudless night. The woods surrounding the pack house are barren of every creature on the earth. The only sounds arising in this night are the sounds of battle cries and howls of pain.

My white paws are coated in a thick layer of dirt and mud. I head straight into the mix of the attack. Hunters battle with weapons against my pack members in the yard at the front of the pack house. At least fifty or so hunters battling against double that many werewolves. I can barely make a path to the front door.

As I squeeze behind a gray-white wolf, it suddenly bumps into me. The surprise hit sends me flying to the side. A sharp pain stabs into my back left thigh. I growl in annoyance and slight discomfort as I whip my head to the left. A hunter stands beside me, raising a gun to my head as he pulls the knife from my thigh.  Blood pools from my leg. I ignore the pain promptly and glare at the man staring down at me. My leg burns, a strong heat flashing through the new wound but I've felt this pain before and I'm not going to let it stop me now.

Without hesitation, I ignore the flaming pain in my leg. I jump forward and quickly grab the man's arm in my mouth. I crunch down. A snap cracks through the air and the man screams in pain.  My mouth unclenches from his mangled up arm. I spit his blood-splattered limb out and aim for his throat next. In one swift movement, I tear his throat from his body and drop it toward the ground. Blood pools around me.

I turn my direction back toward the house. I run at top speed, ignoring the pain in my leg and in my side from my earlier wound. I can feel my blood matting my snow white fur, clumping awkwardly trying to heal my leg wound but not being able too sufficiently. The damn knife was made with silver, but luckily not coated in wolf's bane.

My legs push me into the house. I'm about to head down to my suite when suddenly a small shrill scream erupts from my left. My head turns from the high pitch sound. Instinct urges me to follow the noise. My legs quickly follow suit. A door, which belongs to a small janitors closet, is open. I see the back of a man - no - the back of a hunter.

"No! Please leave me alone!" The young voice screams.

A growl sounds from in the closet as well. A familiar growl. One I've heard before, but not often.

My actions are swift as I jump onto the man's back, grabbing his neck from behind and flinging him away from the closet and onto the hallway floor. A small clink rings around us as I notice a small silver dagger falling away from the man. It rolls a good two feet away from his grasp. He groans and places his hands on the ground trying to push himself up. I don't allow him to do so before I find myself once again ripping out a hunter's throat.

Blood pours down my jaw, staining my white fur crimson.

I drop his remains to the ground. I turn my head around and look into the closet.

Before me is a smaller wolf, not yet fully grown.

I know the wolf.

My step brother's hackles are raised high, but lower slightly when he realizes I've relinquished the threat. At least for now. Behind him is a shivering Milena. Her eyes are seeping tears and she has one hand holding onto Palmer's fur for security.

He looks at me with a sense of gratitude. I can't help but wonder if this could be a start to finally having a brother-sister relationship with him.

The thought quickly fades as the sound of war breaks into my hearing again. I jump to the wall as a group of hunters and werewolves duke it out. Blood spills as they pound, stab, bite and howl their way around the house. Avoiding their brawl, my mind falls directly to my mother.