Men of the Moon
Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 10 and/or Ben 10: Alien Force and/or Ben 10: Ultimate Alien and/or any and/or all concepts and/or characters. They are copyrighted to Man of Action and Cartoon Network Studios. I am a mere Fanfiction author. With far too much time on her hands and no social life.
Rated: T
Author Notes: Sequel to "Lupine Life" Most of the ideas of werewolves that I use come from Werewolf: The Apocalypse and Werewolf: The Forsaken, the accompanying Changing Breeds Books, Mage The Ascension and Mage: The Awakening which are all lines of the World of Darkness series of table top games published by White Wolf Game Studio, White Wolf Inc. But a fair bit of it comes from old fashion myth and lore and my own brain.
Prologue: The Unknown Guests
The lone wolf, though it looked more like a jackal, scampered across the rocky terrain, scavenging for scraps. It was a hard living but her kind had been doing so for hundreds of years.
She smelt the human corruption and her lip pulled back in a snarl. Even here, in a dead place such as a desert, the human depravity twisted the land. She would have to report back to her pack, the Alpha would want to hear this.
Her ears perked up and she hid quickly, seeing a motley pack of wolves run past her.
She was confused, there had been no scents marking territorial boundaries. But the four wolves were playing and hunting as if it was their land. Two males and two females, what an odd pack. And there were three different tribes represented.
But as she watched she felt herself become disgusted; they were acting like the pets of humans! Yapping and tail-wagging and all that nonsense their brainwashed kin endured; and it looked like they enjoyed it! Her golden eyes narrowed, dinner could wait and the pickings were slim anyways, Grim needed to hear of the newest betrayers. She flitted away without ever alerting the four to her existence. Her kind had long been one of the faster tribes, if not the fastest, and were wanderers, acting as couriers for other tribes.
She did not witness the traitor wolves go into serious hunting mode, running up the side of a small volcano to spy their usual prey. The rat bastard who owned the herd nearly blew them all to kingdom come and so they thought that picking off one or two of the smaller animals every now and again was fair compensation for their heart-attacks as they raced the exploding explosives. The group of four split into halves and then fourths, dividing so as to have a wolf at all four points of the compass. The wolf at the north, Ben, began to move forward, helping cut the selected individual from the herd and driving it towards Julie who stood at the south. Kevin and Gwen, at east and west respectively, began moving inwards each helping corner their meal towards the largest wolf in the pack, Julie. As soon as the creature was within range she leapt, clamping her powerful jaws around the throat and ripping it out. They dragged the body away from the herd. As alpha female Julie got first dibs. She pulled the liver and heart from the carcass and dragged them away to eat as to allow the beta female her pick. Then came the alpha male and then last the beta male.
She did not witness them taking off toward an abandoned human base. She would have been disgusted further by such a sight.