Wolf Pact

Red Cove

The night's voiceless. Nothing but the sound of crickets can be heard. This is usual for the small city of Red Cove, Florida.. unless it's the night of a full moon.

In Red Cove forest, Jamie Smith was running for his life, restlessly gasping for air. The sounds of ATVs and motor bikes could be heard in the distance. Lights flashing all around in search for him. He wasn't running from Police, nor a rival gang. He was running from hunters; Werewolf hunters. While running as fast as he can, he listens in for ultrasonic emitters. He was relieved that they hadn't brought them out this full moon. Maybe confused even. He was able to control his shifting, but that didn't keep him from being able to hear them.
He was looking for something... or rather someone? He finally slowed down and took cover behind a tree. His throat was very dry. While breathing heavily, he took a peak from behind the tree. The hunters were going in a different direction. Sweat dropping from his forehead onto his white shirt, he leaned against the tree, panting. They'd lost his trail. Or so he hoped.

As Jamie took one last look before he'd dash out of the woods. A figure creeped behind him, and touched his shoulder. Jamie turned around in fright, grabbing the persons hand. His eyes went from a dark brown to a bright gold. He raised his hand with his claws ready to slash!
"Jamie, chill, it's me!" The guy said nervously .

He was a short, white, curly headed guy with a thin red jacket, blue jeans, and black vans on.

He looked at Jamie hoping he wasn't being affected by the moons' negative influence.

Jamie let out a breathe of relief.

"Marty, my God-

Jamie quickly hugged Marty.

" I came out here looking for you hoping they didn't.. I called you like a million times!" Jamie continued.

"Let's talk about this later. We need to get OUT of here! They're not just on dirt bikes." Marty said.

Treading through the woods, the pair look around hoping they wouldn't bump into hunters. They could still hear the hunters' bikes as they patrolled the woods in hopes they'd capture one of them.

Hunters hunted them with mostly arrows, because although their bodies are resilient. They cannot heal with an arrow stuck inside of them.

"We're almost at my car, I hid it right up by the RedCove forest sign between the 7 trees!" Marty said quietly.

"You didn't tell me why you were out here? This is every hunters ground zero!"

"I got in contact with Callums emissary. He told me there used to be a pack DEEP in these woods. He says they embrace being wild. Sort of like that Primal pack in California that Callum talked about one time." Marty replied.

Jamie and Marty were Omegas. Their pack mates had been slaughtered a few weeks ago during an ambush. They were trying to make a treaty with the hunters. Their alpha (Callum) was among those who were killed. As far as Jamie, and Marty knew, they were the last of their pack. All the while, Jamie knew he'd go looking for another pack eventually. It'd been 2 years since the real war between the natural and supernatural began but that didn't keep them from trying to have normal lives.

"There it is." Jamie said

They ran to Martys' vehicle. It was a midsized dingy red SUV. Disappointed that they were leaving, Marty unlocked his car, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something. An arrow was pierced in his rear driverside tire. His face went into shock. Jamie had already gotten in the car, and buckled in his seatbelt.
"Yo man, I think-

Marty was tackled and slammed on the driver side door of his own car! Jamie quickly tried to unbuckle his seat belt, but it wouldn't click! The hunter picked up Marty, and stabbed him with a blade just above his kidney. Marty could feel it was laced with Wolfsbane.
"All rabid dogs need to be put down!" The hunter carried out, smiling.

Jamie panicking, started clawing at his seat belt.

"You..first!" Marty said struggling
Pinned to his own car, his eyes turned bright gold. He'd pushed the hunter off of him and he slashed his throat. The hunter took quite a few steps back with his blood drenching on the ground. He grabbed his throat trying to hold it in, but it was certain that his death was imminent.

Jamie finally free, ran to Marty's side of the car. Seeing a dying hunter, and his friend with a knife in his stomach made him freeze for a moment. He knew that this was bad, and that this was going to really have the hunters motivated to find them. But In that moment, he only cared about his friend.

He ran to Marty, whom was sweating and already being affected by the wolfsbane.
"You gotta take it out man." Marty commented.

Jamie opened the back car door,and helped Marty in. He took his keys, and helped Marty lay horizontally on the seats. He jumped in the drivers seat, and cut the car on. He smashed the gas, then took one final look at the dying hunter in the rear view mirror. He could see him struggling but he didn't even attempt to help him. A flood of guilt passed through his mind.

"I promise I didn't mean to do that. I just acted- Marty winced in pain. "-out of fear."

Jamie didn't reply. He just kept driving on the dark road. All that could be heard was Martys' heavy breathing, and the cars flat tire.

From the dying hunters prospective, he saw the red lights of the car in the distance sideways. He laid on the ground listening to the sound of the engine. It started to fade, and all that he could hear was crickets. He took one last breath, and passed away.

Two ATV riders came across their fellow hunters body a few hours later. They got off their vehicles , and walked closer to the corpse. The hunter died with his hands still on his throat. One of the hunters crotched down to take a look at him.

"Damn man, they got Wilson.. guy was always way over his head. What a shame."

The second hunter walked around the scene. He noticed the car tracks in the dirt. He saw obvious signs of struggle between Wilson, and what they knew was a werewolf.

"Whatever Wilson did, it seems like he left an impression." the second hunter said. He looked around a little more and reached into his pocket. He dialed a number.

"Seems like that pack we took out wasn't all of them." He said while looking back at Wilson's corpse.