Chapter 1: Wolf

I snap awake at the sound of a crash. I stand up abruptly, causing me to get dizzy. I see a man with two large guns pointed at me. And here I was, thinking I WAS dead. "Who the-" The man starts when something crashes between us. How come everything seems to be going by so fast? What is going..."The parachute didn't open." I say.

The man's legs are both broken, and his back seems to be broken along with his neck, and his arm is twisted completely backwards. I gulp deeply, and look up. Where were we dropped from? Was this man unconscious when he fell? Or did he die on impact?

"Who the heck are you?" I yell to the man with the two guns. He has black hair, that goes back into a ponytail, and he has a large mustache. "Who are you?" "Asked you first." "Cuchillo." He says. "You?" He asks. "Evelyn." I say, he nods.

I begin to walk forward, and Cuchillo following. "Just where do you think you're going?" He says from behind me. "I'm going to find out why this guy is about to shoot us." I say, pointing to a an with a strange gun, wearing a odd looking mask and some sort of armor.

"So, where do you think we are? Asia?" Cuchillo asks. "I can tell ya this, welcome to heck folks." The man says. "I've got everyone else in shelters. You two were the last ones, and-" He says, getting cut off my a loud thunder clap. "A storm's coming. Follow me." He says, an I run up to him, Cuchillo following shortly behind.

"How old are you, kid?" The man asks, taking off his strange mask. "Why should I tell you?" "Cause. I've been here for a long time. Trust me kiddo." "First of all, never call me 'kid' or 'kiddo' cause I'm not. Why should I trust you? I don't even know you." I say. What the heck? You know what? I'll surprise them. They'll never suspect what I am. I will give you this, my parents aren't even human. I am a hybrid.

"Fine. You WILL trust me when I am done sharing my part of the story." He says. I growl. "Geez...kid-I mean...what was that for?" He asks. "Nothing." I say. They won't know. I won't let them know what I am. I was taught to never reveal that. Not even on my deathbed. Once I find someone I really trust, then I will.

We arrive at a strange cabin- like place, and the man signals for us to enter. When I enter, there is several adults in the room. One man in a uniform for a prisoner, and another man with a large machine gun, a young man that looks slightly older than me and seems to be slightly growing a goatee, and there is a bald Asian- looking man, that is wearing a gray suit.

"Stans." The man in the prison uniform says. "Nikolai." The man with the large machine gun says with a thick Russian accent. "Tim," The younger man says. "Hanzo." The bald man says. "So, why are we all here weirdo?" Stans says. The strange man signals for us to sit on a log, with everyone else. I sit next to Hanzo, which I assume, is a Yakuza.

"I was supposed to be executed today." Stans says. "I was in combat." Nikolai says. "I'm a doctor..." Tim says. "My brother was Edwin, until he died a few days after he was reported missing." Tim adds.

"Yakuza." Hanzo mutters. "Alright, it's enough show and tell. Let's get to business. As for why we're here..." The man starts. "We wee all chosen. We're on a game preserve. The hunters are aliens, or Predators as I call them, seem to be masculine hunter creatures that hunt us for sport. And right now, it's hunting season." He says.

"What might they look like, Mr. Know it all?" "They have tube-like dreadlocks, they are a more powerful breed than the regulars, and they are very masculine, and have scaly skin. They also have armor, and they wear masks, and they have...well, they are very tall." He says. "Ok. We're dealing with aliens then." Tim says.

"Yeah, basically." The man says again. "Get some rest. I'll explain more in the morning." The man says. everyone plops down except for me, Hanzo, and the strange man. Once everyone was asleep, the man walks over to me. "The name's Royce." The man...well, Royce says.

"You know how much you look like the last girl that was here?" Royce says. "She was very beautiful. Her name was Isabelle. She was brave, but she later died from a disease I am unfamiliar with." Royce sighs. I nod. "So, what's your name?" Royce asks. I sigh. "Alright...tomorrow we'll talk?" He says. "Maybe so." I say.

Royce walks over to a corner, and plops down to rest. Hanzo is still sitting next to me, and when he notices I looked at him, he smiles at me. "Hanzo...so, you don't talk much." "I talk too much." He says with a smile, holding up his right hand, revealing the fact that he only has three fingers. "Oh...I'm sorry..." I say, feeling guilty.

"No need to apologize, you are a very beautiful young girl." Hanzo says. "Thank you, Hanzo." I say, with a smile. He's trustworthy. "Mind if I show you something?" I say. "Yes. Anything." I smile.

I transform. Transform into my white wolf. Transform into my biggest secret yet. Hanzo looks at me with no emotion. I walk up to him, and he strokes my head. "Evelyn..." He says. That's my name! How did he- "You are famous wolf...we worship you...or used to. White wolves are special to our religion. Your name is Evelyn, the great white wolf correct?" "I am unfamiliar with the name you are calling me."

"Unfamiliar?"