The Hunter's Wolf

Duel

Duel

The White Wolf.

Commonly accepted as Canis lupus arctos, a rare subspecies that is believed to possess a power greater than any other wolves. It is said that a pack of them white wolves are travelling South, in search for their fellow comrades all over the globe. Together, they form a pack called The Lupine Pack, who has been legally authorized by the werewolf royalty members to enforce the boundaries between man and wolf.

Which happens to be the girl living in my closet.

Emma Collins.

She is of seventeen years old, has no siblings, but has always wanted an older brother. Her favorite color is vermilion red, and she likes to eat strawberries. She loves letting her wolf runs free and she has a talent in singing; which she keeps on denying for no apparent reason. She does not prioritize finding her mate, unlike her horny wolf, but at some point of the day, she would think of the moment when she gets to find 'The One'. She hates herbal tea and horror movies, and I know this because she willingly admits that she is a wimp and a scaredy cat.

James Owen.

Though he prefers being called Owen rather than James, but I tend to call him with his first name just to annoy the pup. He is about twelve years of age, and the son of the pack's Beta. The pack that I wiped out. Normal male werewolves don't usually shift until they are fifteen, while the females at eighteen, but being the Beta's son, he inherited stronger wolf genes, that means having to experience his wolf transformation firsthand before normal werewolves do.

Emma has to sneak out at night once in a while together with Owen, who has not been able to shift back in the last three days, not until the last full moon tonight, to burn out their energy, or else they will wake up feeling sore and stiff all over. This also explains how they consume great amounts of food and yet never gets fat. Their rate of metabolism is just way faster than humans.

Those are all the data I gathered within three days of knowing the refugees. Theo never suspects anything, even though it seems that my mother noticed something, but she decides not to say anything, and pretends she never knew.

Like mother, like daughter.

"Listen up !"

Theo's heavy voice break me out of my daydream. He had gathered all the hunters, about a hundred of us in total, to this meeting hall for an 'intriguing news', or so he said.

His eyes drift from one to the next, "I will not tolerate any more fiasco like the other night that brings nothing but disgrace to our society. We're lucky that The Order neglects this unexpected misstep."

Matthew sitting beside me clenches his jaw, his muscles twitching, and head held high despite the stares that he is getting from the people who knew of what really happened.

"Tonight, there will be another hunt," he declares loud and clear, "I want each and every one of you to be ready, because tonight's gonna be a bloody mess."

"What's the target ?" One of the horde asks.

"A clan of werehyenas was spotted around the border of No Man's Land. They're heading West. We leave at exactly five hundred hours to North, where we'll ambush them," Theo gives out a target, "Our orders are to put them down. Every single one of them."

Murmurs and whispers build up in layers, filling the room with surprise, confusion and some in fear. Werehyenas are uncommon these days, barely reach half a hundred the last time we checked, but still ranked as one of the apex predators. Killing them is a challenge, even for the hunters who has encountered them before. One look and they can read our movements like an open book.