Pierce Me

Chapter Four

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Chapter Four

Humans didn't get the upper hand against my kind because they were stronger than us. They didn't get it because they were faster than us, more skilled, or anything of the physical sort. They got it because they were smarter and had, or used, more resources than the werewolves. Our species never focused or depended on modern technology like the mortals did. We were content with using whatever resources that were naturally available and already created for us by the earth and the Goddesses above. We would manipulate wood and metal to our liking to create our weapons but that was as far as we would go. On the other hand, humans created things from thin air. They would be given a knife and then turn it into a gun. It was incredible.

They also weren't afraid of consequences. One of their advancements meant several drawbacks for whomever or whatever was involved. But, they didn't care. As long as they got what they wanted in that moment that was all that mattered. Complications were dealt with later. They were selfish, that's probably why they've survived on this planet for so long. Werewolves respected everything around them. We tried to only manipulate the land under us whenever we absolutely needed to. Any meat we ate was only for bare survival, never for luxury. There was no point in killing several animals just to sate a greedy appetite. That kind of behavior was frowned upon immensely by our society. Every action we made or resource we took was done after thinking about its affects on us, itself, and its importance. We were thoughtful and caring creatures. Something the humans clearly didn't believe.

The mortals designed weapons and machinery that were made to kill us quickly and effectively. They were quick and lethal and took little effort to maneuver. Every weapon made against werewolves had wolfsbane mixed into it. Without that plant any weapon was useless against us. Their most famous weapons was the Psi. It was as thin as a strand of hair and as long as a newborn baby's hand. Since the Psi was so thin it was basically unavoidable, you could try to dodge it but it was almost impossible. The Psi was attracted to the presence of a werewolf the way that a magnet was attracted to metal. You couldn't get away from it once it was aimed towards you. They were used like bullets and would shoot from a specially made gun. Aim had to be precise for the Psi to be at its most lethal potential. The aim was always for a werewolves heart, if that wasn't achievable then between the eyes was fine. When the Psi was introduced to werewolf blood it exploded. The encasing around it would evaporate and pure wolfsbane toxin would be released almost instantly. Once this was done and the poison touched the werewolf's heart, or brain, death was inevitable. It was an extraordinary weapon indeed, very impressive. If a human had that weapon the chance of surviving a fight with them was close to none. And, I was sure every knowledgeable mortal always had a Psi with them. It was the smart thing to do and guaranteed absolute protection against us 'savage beasts'.

But, I didn't care. I was going to go after them whether they had a Psi or not. If they didn't then it was better for me. An easier kill. Without their toys humans were no match to me. I could snap their neck within a second, before they could even blink.

But, I was getting too excited. I was only two feet away from my school and already I was thinking about getting the blood of a mortal on my hands. It wasn't time for that, not yet. First, I had to fin d the headquarters. I had heard about it at school and from the Elders in my pack. The humans had a huge piece of land somewhere far away that held hundreds of werewolves and was the grounds for almost all their research and creation of their advanced weaponry. If I was able to get there I could free all of the werewolves trapped there and destroy everything they created. It sounded simple in my head but I knew this would be a long and hard trip. I didn't even know where the headquarters was; finding that out was going to be hard enough.