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This is my first story on here, just to let you know,
so.....
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~*~*~ Brooke ~*~*~
The Woods.
Chapter one.
All they saw as they raced after it was a flash of white, or the glance of wide green orbs as it looked down on them.
They didn't know what they was chasing, but whatever it was, was extremely fast and agile, because it was faster than them, and nothing was faster than them, except for one thing, but . . . it didn't smell like one of them . . . it smelt . . . feline, almost.
Glancing up, Hunter Woods, son of the Midnight Pack's Alpha, John Woods, and soon to be Alpha, he saw that the white-haired, green-eyed mystery had stopped, and was perched on the branch of the oldest, widest, and tallest tree, and was staring down at the many furious wolves below. It seemed to be calculating, it's gaze flickering about the area, surveying the positions of each wolf, looking for any kinks or weaknesses.
Winter knew that what she was doing was dangerous, reckless and beyond stupid, and she had been warned by fellow shifters around the area that the Midnight Pack was territorial and did not give easily to rogues and such, but she could not help it, it was her hobby, how she got her kicks, and giving something like that up was impossible.
She had been after a challenge for a while now. Running onto the average werewolf territory and having them chase after her was too easy, didn't push her to her limits. When she heard of the Midnight Pack, a pack so large it had it's own town without humans, and how much they pushed every member to train, she knew she had found her challenge.
Now that she was at the heart of their territory with no escape, she felt that this was too much of a challenge, and Winter wondered whether or not she would survive this one, the wolves looked so furious.
It looks worried, Hunter thought to himself. That's a good thing. That thought fed his determination to rid of the thing in the trees, and, smiling viciously to himself, let out a growl that ripped through the air and made the dry autumn leaves on the trees rustle and flutter. The other wolves in the pack followed suit, the noise rising to a deafening crescendo, before Hunter cut them off with a haunting howl.
That howl . . . so powerful, enchanting . . . I-I . . . How . . ? Where am I . . . even better, what am I doing . . ? Winter couldn't think straight. All that was going through her head revolved around that howl. She knew she had to stay focused and find a way off of the Midnight territory, yet at the same time, her whole being yearned to stay where it was, or, better yet, with whoever that howl belonged to.
