Finding the Alpha(Abandoned)

Tracking

All the running seemed unfair. That's all I ever did in my dreams. Run and try to hide but I was always found.

I never can tell what finds me. Its just a looming shadow that causes me to feel true fear. The fear that strangles your heart and crushes your stomach in a vice grip.

But this night the shadow was many shadows. Each as terrifying as the other. My only thought was, strangely, of how faceless they were. Usually I'm screaming and even, rarely, crying.

But this night I felt more confused than scared. Why did it take so many to intimidate me now?

I felt myself returning to awareness and the shadows slipped away from my mind. I opened my eyes to a pink sky. The sun was rising.

I quickly got up and picked up my bag, I'd used it as a pillow.

Tracking was easy for me. It required thought and no talking. I had fantastic senses and could still faintly smell Myles. His scent was very pleasant and it confused me as to why it made my heart surge.

There was very little to follow other than an occasional foot print and the scent of rot. I felt like I was forgetting something. There was some sort of connection I was missing. My mind continually went back to the masked rogue. Why did he wear a mask? Was there something wrong with his face? Or was he worried about being recognized? That was the most logical reason. But rogues are rarely known to the wolf packs. He must've had communication with a pack recently. I had to think hard about this.

Hours later I was finally getting a better smell of Myles and the rogue. They had been zig-zagging all over the place and at one point there seemed to be a fight of some kind. Perhaps Myles became conscious again and tried to get away. Then I found a broken syringe, I smelled the contents. Vampire blood. It had a horrible affect on werewolf strength, it made us human until the effects wore off. The bastard had shot him up with vamp blood.

I was surprised by how much hate I felt towards this rogue. Usually I couldn't feel much but now I had hate feeding through my system. He had to die.

The thought entered my head and surprisingly enough I liked it. Usually I would take rogues that had crossed our territory during my guard shift and put them in jail to be determined but this time I had to kill them. It was a very strong urge to use my hands and suffocate them.

I kept walking, hoping I found the rogues and Myles soon.

Here's a tid-bit to ease the need for another chapter in the story. Please be patient as I try to make another as fast I can.

-J.B²