Deep, dark, ominous clouds filled the sky as a flash of pure silver shot through the forest. Bouncing from tree to tree the silver blur ripped holes in the trees with its sharp claws. It came to a sudden halt and snarled violently. The wolf's face, scrunched up threateningly, was a perfect blend of silver and the darkest black imaginable around the deep, pupilless emerald eyes.

Without a moments warning about five other wolves slid to a stop right behind the alpha. They all snarled violently into the darkness. That's when another, much different blur flew through the area. Pure black, with specs of blue, shot through the area and a loud whimper sounded from behind the alpha instantly. He knew it was gone. He howled as he turned and saw the male just behind him, or at least half of him.

The younger male's legs and hind quarters were now several feet behind him and twitching violently. The alpha walked up slowly to the still alive top half and leaned down. With a little lick just under his eye, he snapped open his jaw and crushed the younger wolf's head between his mandibles.

This was a new age, Werewolves and Vampires no longer had the unspoken truce. They were in fact in a war, and it seemed the only way to get out of it was for one to kill the other. Many things had changed through the years. Werewolves and Vampires had both evolved, making them a thousand fold stronger. Werewolves no longer needed the full moon to change, in fact it didn't even have to be dark anymore, though most of them waited for nightfall anyways. Vampires were stronger, faster, and more importantly healed almost instantly. Even worse...was a select few were now day walkers.

Caleb Fredrickson had everything going for him. He owned the small cafe just outside of Gatlinburg , Tennessee , the heart of the Smokey Mountains , perhaps the most beautiful sight in all of America . He was young, single, and very well off. Obviously the ability to stay the same age forever is always a plus, well most of the time at least.

He stepped into the cafe, greeting his regulars with the same happy carefree visage that he always carried. He stepped through his back room and turned looking into the mirror. His tanned face was scarred and weathered, yet it gave off a certain softness in the perfect emerald eyes. On his broad shoulders rested a casual t-shirt that was tight around his chest and stomach. He had always prided himself on being built well.

He sat down behind his desk in the back room of the cafe and leaned back in his chair. His feet went up immediately with a yawn. The moment his feet hit the desk however a woman opened and slammed the door shut. She strode across the room to his desk and within seconds his collar of his shirt was tight between her fists. "Where is my husband?" He hissed at him.

He remained calm, staring up at her for a moment without losing the small smile that he had across his lips. "Your husband is dead, now...Let go of my shirt before we have problems." He said calmly. She shucked the chair backwards, and he went into a tumble before rolling off his neck and popping up, sending him up into the air and landing perfectly on his feet. He shot toward her, a wicked burst of inhuman speed. Slamming her against the far wall he leaned in and whispered into her ear. "I could have let him bleed to death you little bitch, I am the alpha and you will not disrespect me!" He snarled violently.

Letting go of her he dusted off her shoulders and glared. "Now, Leave." She left, absolutely horrified. He took in a deep breath. There was reason they named him Alpha. It was said that when one was born of the wolf without the focus in their eyes, he would lead them through the darkest time. His mother gave birth to him in her wolf form and when he came out his eyes were perfect emerald and without the small black pupil.

He was supposed to be their savior from the darkest time, which he had still yet to see. Sure, one of his pack just died, but that wasn't all that out of the ordinary. How it happened is what dazzled him. Something cut the wolf in half….

"Eh Boss." A gruff voice came from the suddenly opened door.

"What is it?" Caleb said.

"Someone on the phone for you." The deep gruff voice said as he closed the door. He stepped over to his desk, sitting slowly and lifting the receiver.

"Caleb Fredrickson."

"Mr. Fredrickson…" A cool, sadistic female voice sounded through the phone. "Yes…"

"My name is Natasha, I've just recently moved into town and was told I should make my presence known to the alpha." She said her voice like honey sliding over skin.

"Of course." He said smiling slightly. "I suppose I'll be seeing you soon."

"Yes sir, I tend to hunt around the streams…Perhaps I will see you there." The line went dead.

That night the all to familiar blur of pure silver bounced through the woods. The smoky mountains provided him with the perfect cover, his silver blending in perfectly with the grey of the smoke. He stopped as his feet treaded through water and he looked up stream. There she was, as beautiful as she sounded. A light red fur, so light it was almost pink and with amber eyes. She sat at the bank gnawing on a still wriggling fish.

He stepped toward her slowly and dipped his head into the water quickly, and with a flick of his neck ripped a fish clean out of the water. Okay…So he was showing off a little. He moved toward her, snapping the fish's backbone between his jaws. He lowered himself to the ground near her, to which she looked up and gave a small growl of recognition.

After their meal he slowly turned back into the human form, kneeling down and dipping the long maw of shoulder length hair into the river and flinging it back . He tied it in a small, nape neck ponytail and looked over to her. Smiling slightly at her nearly naked form as she redressed, he took in her every curve. She was truly as beautiful as she had sounded. Jet black hair, with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Perfect curves, a little over five feet tall.

"Mr. Fredrickson," she said stepping over to him and holding out her hand. "

Caleb." He said slowly as he shook hers.

"Very nice to meet you."

"You as well, What brings you to Tennessee ?" He asked searching her eyes for the answers before she could answer.

"I was being…"

"Hunted…" He interrupted with a small nod. "Of course, that's why many seek me out, Your under my protection now." She nodded slowly at him and bit her lip. "No need to worry, hunters don't dare come through here…We have much worse things to worry about." He said bowing his head to her. "Go home and rest. Your one of my pack now, I expect you to be a good citizen. Go out, get a job, support yourself and the pack will protect you."

The next few days were relatively quiet, he hunted alone every night. Taking in every little sound, the first night he took down a deer and stripped the corpse of all meat, eating down to the very last of it. The second and third he stuck with fish. The fourth night however would prove to be a very interesting one.

There was the flash again, quickly sliding past the pure emerald eyes of the alpha. He followed, a silver streak through the air, unnoticeable to the untrained eye. Finally the black and blue streak stopped and the silver one slammed into the human form. He turned from wolf to human quickly and pinned the figure against the tree nearest them both. Staring down at the source of the streak his eyes narrowed.

She was fast, and strong, but she was no wolf. He could smell it on her. Wavy brown hair, and deep pools of melted chocolate for eyes made up her face. Cool pale skin, absolutely flawless from what he could see. She stared up at him and spoke her voice soft and passionate. "You caught me…"

He stared down at her. It was, for some odd reason, impossible for him to even try to intimidate her. She seemed to be impervious to him. He kept her pinned to the tree, though she didn't fight to get away. "Who are you?" He said as an absolutely seductive scent washed through his nostrils.

She chuckled lightly as she stared up at him, the cold brown eyes seemingly penetrating his very being. " Shiloh ," She said, her voice sliding through his ears. It was so hard to not lean in and try to kiss her, even if his better judgment yelled for him not to. His body seemed to press against her as she spoke.

"Why'd you kill my friend?" He asked his nose slowly running along the side of her face and through her hair.

"He was weak." She answered sweetly. "Didn't deserve to be in your pack so I too the liberty of removing the weakest link."

"And since when do you know what's best for my pack?"

She simply smiled at him, that perfect smile that seemed to erase every thought from his mind. "If you're going to kiss me, cut the foreplay." She said as soft and passionate as every. He fought it even as the wolf inside him yearned to rip her clothes off right here against this very tree and ravage her perfect body.

But he didn't kiss her, in fact the human had complete control over the situation. He let go of her, to which she was a bit disappointed, and moved back a couple steps. "Stay away from my pack." He said firmly. He tried to turn, to leave, to not look at her. None of them worked. She still stood, perfectly against the tree the soft pale curves staring back at him.

He snarled at her and turned on a heel, as he walked the silver wolf came back into existence and he shot through the forest. What in the hell was that? He had never been so naturally attracted to anyone as a human. Natasha wolf was that attractive to him, but as a human, she was beautiful, but not like that.

He leapt into the air as a deer came into view. He soared over it, and in mid air, sank his large canines into the top of its head and with a great snarl flipped over the deer and sent it flying violently into the tree. It died instantly, its back snapping in half like a car slamming into a tree going over a hundred. It wrapped around the tree and fell to the ground instantly. He padded up to it and gazed down. Eyes glazed over and perfectly black he slumped his head down and sniffed.

He howled up into the air and within that moment the whole pack was with him. He nudged passed the older ones and licked one of the younger pups. There were a few pups, even though the probability of a werewolf child living through childbirth was very low. He nudged it all the way to the deer, who's skin was the only thing holding it together. The smaller one growled a little and the other pups followed him to the carcass.

He watched as the pups sharp teeth tore through the flesh of his kill and began to devour the corpse. He lowered his head slightly toward them before slowly moving to the side and slumping down to the floor to watch them. The other wolves were quite obviously confused by this action. He'd always been the kind of leader that had the motto of 'feed your own damn kids' and then he did this.