AU Were! Chester flick that I may consider adding random chapters to on occasion…
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The Colorado night was perfect in the thick woods that stretched out beneath the mountain tops. The bright red October moon glowed bright as she watched her followers dance beneath her beautiful beams, they fed from her power, yet shuddered in her command. The forest was thick with falling leaves, colors splashed lavishly in the darkness, seeming the radiate through the black night, stark against the silvery light.
A large shadow loomed on a boulder, it stood on four strong legs, its size and appearance making the bravest men tremble in fear. Its attention was wrapt, ears perked and body still as it studied the scene in the meadow below.
The large black wolf watched with dark brown eyes, they were narrowed in concentration as he watched his eldest son stalk his prey. It was his first hunt alone, and he refused to miss a moment of it, yet he would not allow himself to step in, at the age of fifteen in human years it was time he learned to hunt alone. He would start with dear, rabbits and other small creatures, but he knew that would quickly want to start hunting other game.
The wolf was smaller then himself, thin yet sleeked with lean muscles that rippled smoothly beneath shining dark blonde fur. His bright green eyes watched with utter concentration as he stalked forward, paws silently touching the ground as he neared the deer that ate quietly, the wolf's presence unknown.
A small sigh came from beside the large black wolf, he looked down at his youngest son with eyes narrowed in annoyance. The pup sat squirming as silently as he could, although the father could tell from the bored look in his eyes he wouldn't be able to contain it for long. The pup was smaller then his brother, thin with seemingly only long legs and huge paws. His fur was dark chocolate brown with only two white flecks on his cheek and muzzle.
The wolf let out a soft growl, only briefly showing his teeth in a warning to be silent. The pup immediately froze, eyes cast down in fear and respect of the alpha.
Returning his attention to his son off in the distance he watched as he stopped mere feet from the deer, he silently coiled his back legs, muscles taunt and ready for the killing leap. There was a pause in which all was silent, all three wolves seemed to hold their breath, every thought stopped in fear that it would be much to loud.
He leaped, paws spread, snarl pulled back on his face as teeth found rough fur that hid precious arteries in the neck. But he was made for this, with strong jaws he clamped down and felt his fang slide through fur, flesh and muscles until it hit bone. The deer bucked beneath him, instinct flooding it as the putrid scent of fear and terror filled the air, making the wolf's mind go even more wild. With a strong shake of his head he heard a loud snap and the body beneath him stilled, the scent of death beginning to fill the air surrounding them.
The wolf released hesitantly, instinct tugged at him harshly, the want to gorge on the raw flesh calling to him. He refused though, for the alpha always ate first, and that pack laws were stronger then even then the instinct that kept him alive. There is no wolf without the pack, and no pack without the wolf.
He rose his bloodied muzzle and let out a long, joyous howl. He cocked his head and heard a response near by, his fathers and alphas proud call made his heart leap with joy.
The sound of paws could not be heard until his father and brother were right next to him. He looked down, eyes not meeting his fathers in show of submission to the elder wolf. He had never been apart of a large pack, like his father and mother had been, but he still knew every law and rule that he must follow.
His father came up beside him, looming over him with great strength and power that seemed to radiate from his being. The wolf shrunk further away, wondering why his father was showing such dominance tonight, he would never challenge him, why would he do this.
A yip made him look up, but not meet his fathers eyes, a grin show on the older wolf's muzzle, pride sparked in his eyes.
"Your kill, you decide when we eat." The words echoed in his head and the wolf let a small smile play on his face.
Without another word he dug in, his father and then brother following suite. The night was theirs, and as they finished their feast they raised their heads and howled. The howls of the night were more then just noise, they were the songs that showed the bonds of a family…of a pack.