Chap 1

Like all things in earth, death carries its own scent, or should I say stench?
Death it's distinct, it's unlike anything you'd ever smell. Interestingly enough even if you've never particularly experienced walking into a room where there's a body in the midst of decomposing, even if your senses aren't as acute as mine, you'd know right away that this particular scent is something else, it's just something you can't forget.

Gritting his teeth, the young werewolf stepped further into the shack, trying with all my might to resist the mighty stench that assaulted his nostrils. Today's task was for him to figure out what had happened here, what had died and how. -How long has this thing has been dead for? It reeks-

With a groan, he approached the door to his right, grasping the doorknob with a reluctant hand, for this was we're scent was strongest, and finally opened up. The scene that awaited him inside was horrible.

Chairs upturned, broken windows, chipped floor and blood everywhere. In the middle of it all a large deer lay on the floor, deep gashes on his belly, his legs splayed in odd positions, it's face incredibly bloody as if it's eyes had been gouged out. -Shit, uncle Peter went wild with this one- he thought with a frown, he was not all too happy of how this animal ha died, they didn't usually slay animals for training sessions.

Shaking his head, the boy closed his eyes and let his senses take over, a tremble running through his body as he slowly felt himself shift, that making it easier to go through the motions, quickly identifying what blows had occurred first.
-Why is this so easy? Something's off- he thought, his brow furrowed further as he strained to sense if anybody was lurking around. -Surprise attack? What is this?-

Cautiously, he approached the deer, examining him for markings of any kind, not wanting to overlook anything. Training was not supposed to be this simple, specially when his uncle planned them out.
Just then it hit him, in the midst of it all the clues, subtly hidden was his own scent. With a groan the boy covered his face with his hands and hung his head. -Shit. Shit. Shit.-

It all made sense now, this had been a piece of cake because he had been the one to cause this harm, his uncle had merely changed the settings to make it seem like a training session, instead, he knew he was about to be chewed out. A few days ago, during the full moon he had lost all control, during his last moments of consciousness he had channeled his anger and instinct to kill towards the animal before he regained somewhat of a will to not harm anyone else. He has thought nobody had noticed this little moment of weakness, and yet here it was, apparently everyone knew.

"Well Derek, cracked the mystery yet?" came the teasing voice of his uncle through the open window, he could hear it as clearly as if he had been standing next to him.

Closing his hands into fists, Derek exited the ruined shack in silence, his body shaking as he fought the shift. He was furious with himself, this was a rookie's mistake.

Uncle Peter was standing a few feet away from the shack, his hands clasped behind his back, Derek did not meet his eyes. "Thought we wouldn't notice, Derek?" he asked softly, it was clear he was just as angered by this slip up as Derek was. Mistakes like this could cost human lives, not to mention give hunters a reason to get interested in their family.

Derek had no reply for him.
"For the next full moons you'll be under supervision for as long as we see fit" his uncle said, his voice unforgiving. "you're dismissed for the day"

Without another word his uncle left, Derek knew that the only reason he had just not been thoroughly chewed out as he thought, was because his uncle could sense that he was aware of how grand a mistake like this was.

First story every submitted here!
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