A/N I've been reading so many fanfics where someone's a werewolf I just couldn't resist (plus I just finished reading the fourth book in the Parasol Protectorate series by Gail Carriger, if you like supernatural, a parasol wielding English woman in Victorian London, and an English fondness for having tea at inappropriate moments have a look at these). I know I'm meant to be working on Four Star Crossed Lovers, but I just couldn't work on it while this was in my head. This is just the prologue/introduction. I'll be getting the next/first chapter finished/polished poste haste.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mai Hime etc etc
The new world is a harsh one for the creatures of the night.
During the day those disgusting pale creatures that had forgotten their instincts wandered, shaping and changing the land to suit them. And at night their strange orange light oozed into the darkest havens, so that no beast could find safety in the shadow.
Over time those pale things had hunted them. Not for meat, no, never for meat. But rather for trophies. Their corpses maimed and defiled. Hacked and sawed. Preserved and polished. All to be stuffed and locked away where only those with money would be able to see their dulled beauty.
The wolves prowled.
One of their own had been slaughtered. Chased by dogs and beaters like a common fox. Horses bearing men crashing through the undergrowth. Horns bellowing and ringing in sensitive ears. Shots that rang out loud and clear, sending birds skywards. And that ever present companion of those hated metal weapons; the smell of gunpowder.
One of their own, chased down and killed. Cornered and out numbered. She never stood a chance. They had watched the hunters drag her stiffening body away, laughing and patting each other on the back in congratulations.
The pack Alpha trembled with the need to protect her own, but the warning growl from her Beta ensured she stayed hidden, reminding her of her duty to the pack. Every wolf knew that the pack was the priority. Protect the pack. Ensure the pack survives. No single wolf was above that. But these wolves have long memories, cold hearts and no mercy.
The Alpha's emerald eyes glared with anger after the retreating hunters, their prize carried with pride.
We will never forgive this. The Alpha thought. The pack will repay this insult tenfold. I will never rest until you are obliterated.
The Beta, as if sensing her Alpha's dark thoughts whined softly. The Alpha looked at her for a moment before prowling away, the pack following in silence, their mood dark.
Not tonight. Not tomorrow. But soon, petty humans. You will be avenged, my sister. My precious little Alyssa.
A/N I know this is short, but I promise the next will be quite a bit longer. So, thoughts? Comments? Please don't be shy! :)