Prolog
The full moon dominated the night sky shining its light on the world. Like the northern star it stood there glowing lighting up the world at night to guide those who are lost and to protect those that weren't.
In a small clearing in the winter meadow grass stood a family of wolves consisting of only the alpha, his mate and there pup. If anyone were to stumble upon them they would see the alpha's eyes twinkle at the sight of his son and wife lying cozy on the frozen ground not even bothered by the 40 below weather.
The alphas watched as the little pup's eye opened his bright hazel- green eyes trained on his father before they began to sparkle with mischief. Carefully extracting himself from his mother the young care free pup ran to his farther as fast as he could. When he was about three feet from the older wolf the pup leaped at the older wolf in an attempted to tackle him to the ground. Laughing at his son's antics the alpha indulges his son's wishes and purposely fell over the pup collide with his father's much larger and stronger body.
As soon as he hit the frozen ground the alpha felt his son's sharp little baby teeth gently biting and nipping at his ear tugging on it in an attempt to provoke the older wolf into his game.
Playfully growling at his son the older wolf gently pushed the pup off of him and began to chase the young one around the snowy clearing while his mother stood watched silently laughing at both of her boy's antics.
A strong gust of wind came from the north carrying the scents of the forest thought the clearing and to the alpha. Normally he would ignore these scents but there was something new mixed in with natural scents of pine and other animals
Instincts older and far more powerful than civilization took over as he caught the scent of silver and gun powered. The alphas' demeor quickly changed in point zero seconds flat he went from playing with his son to a creature more feral and viscous than anything the world has had the privileged to bare witness.
Before the pup's still devopling mind could process what was happing, he felt his mother grab him by the scruff of his neck placing him in the protection of a clump of bushes out of sight the pup got the message he was to stay here and under no circumstances was he to move from his hiding place.
From his vantage point the pup watched as his mother spun back around to face the other side of the clearing. Like his farther she also had a snarl firmly planted on her face. Her sharp ivory fangs gleamed in the moonlight's slivery glow showing off just how lethal they were.
From the darkness of the forest shadows came the baying of hounds before they emerged fully from the shadows. The pup watched as the dogs lunched themselves at his parents and couldn't help the adrenalin that started to pump as his body was preparing for the flight or fight response.
But there was no need for either as his parents quickly took care of them tearing out their throats as if they were slicing thought butter. By the time the fight was over the ground was stained with blood and gore.
Thinking the fight was over and the danger had passed the pup ran thought the bushes yelping as he did so. Both of his parents snarled at him and blocked his view effectively pushing him back near the hiding place he had just recently escaped from. Shadows begin to make there way into the clearing as silent as the lonely hunters of the night the two legged creatures moved with the shadows giving them a demonic quality.
Fear began to settle into the younger wolf when he realized that these men were the hunters his farther always warned him about had been so careful to avoid Carrying rifles which the pup had no doubt were filled with sliver along with sliver knives belted to their waists.
Once again the pup was placed into the safety of the pushes this time by his father who gave him a stern glare telling the pup to stay put this time.
His whole body was shaking he couldn't move in a way he knew what was going to happen his instincts warned him that it was going to and that he a hold start running but he just couldn't fear had took a hold of him and it wasn't letting go of him.
He watched as both his parent leapt at the three hunters two shots run out silmaletaisly, two wolves fell. When the pup had the courage to look down at his parents' bodies he could see they were in there human skin he knew they were dead.
The pup ran
The hunters
Chased
Lawrence, Kansas,
It was cold for November snow would be on its way soon. The full moon shone brightly on the scene blew the sliver light mixing with the harsh, fierce glow of red and orange. Something tragic had happened here.
On the hood of the Impala John Winchester, former marine sat with his four year old son Dean, watching the firemen try to contain the fire that had destroyed his life. He felt the child scrim in his arms; he tightened his hold on his son the only thing he had left. He could still see her pined to the ceiling, could still hear her screams. He had lost her. Anger closed his sense's she hadn't died a natural way something had killed her, below him the child scrim in his arms again. John felt an instant tug on his t- shirt he looked down to see his son staring up at him with watery green eyes. Eyes that looked so much like Mary's. "Dad where's mom?"
John felt his heart break even more how do you tell a four year child that his mom had just died?
"Mom's not coming back"
Dean nodded his head; tears were now cascading down his face "she's gone isn't she? She's not coming back?"
John felt the tears he had been trying so hard to hold back break free. He shook his head no. Dean sobs were now louder than before.
As he sat there with his son John felt he rage burn deep in his gut something
had killed his wife and he was going to find it he was going to kill it.