An enslaved pack ruled by a merciless dictator. A pack of assassins out for blood and revenge.
A lone wolf who can't find his place among any of it.
Through betrayal, binding pacts, and revolutionary acts, with more shadows looming between the tree...
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The cabin was asleep, the only sound was the occasional cough from the room next door. Brit moved slowly through the room and pulled on her shoes that still had flecks of blood hidden in the creases.
She stepped from her door and moved as silently as possible, unsure of the creatures that surrounded her. The floors were sound and Brit crept from the door without a mishap. She pulled her coat on and headed through the path created by those that walked it many times, and moved away from the cabin.
The woods were dark and haunting, but the hiking trails opened up to her as she went and navigated them off of instinct. Brit wandered in silence and stared up at the stars, her curiosity drawing her back to the night she was attacked. Though she couldn't quite pinpoint the exact location, she was sure she was close.
Brit leaned into a tree and pushed a hand through her messy bed hair. She searched aimlessly for any bit of explanation for what had happened.
The brush across the path rustled but grew still. A bush moved a little ways down, then a branch snapped somewhere. Each movement only lasted a moment until a steady rustling started in the growth again and remained.
The first few times Brit ignored the noises as animals, but after a while she turned her attention to the brush. Something tugged at her, like a rope pulling her forward and she moved to investigate.
Just as she reached it, a man blundered out and nearly crashed right into her. "Brittany?" Aaron stumbled back from her and put on an easy smile that vanished as quickly as it came. "U-um...hey."
Brit jerked back and put a hand out as if to steady him. "Aaron," she whispered. Brit swallowed hard and glanced around. "You uh...you're here? In the middle of the night?"
"Well I, um..." Aaron brought a hand to his hair, awkwardly holding onto the strands. "I kind of know it better than the city so. Why are you out here? Especially after..." He trailed off and looked her over, eyes slowly widening. "Oh my god," he whispered and brought his hands to his mouth. "Oh my god, Brit t-that I...did- did I..."
Brit stepped away again and nodded. "You're a wolf," she whispered. "And...you made me into one."
"I'm so sorry." Aaron reached out to her, taking a feeble step closer. "I...I barely remember it."
Brit didn't step away but she watched him warily. "You...you aren't yourself?"
"Sometimes," Aaron said. "I mean. It's hard on a full moon. Instinct takes over. It's easier when I decide it happens. I never would have hurt you."
"You did," she whispered. Brit looked deep into the woods and managed a shaking step forward. "And...and there are more of them. These...these wolves."
"I know," Aaron murmured and turned his gaze downward. "But a lot of them aren't friendly." He suddenly looked to her again with a new urgency. "You haven't run into any have you? Where have you been? I've been trying to find you." He took another step closer, gaze searching her.
