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Chapter 1: Hunted

The street was deserted. It was one of those streets with only a few street lights barely on and broken-down abandoned buildings on either side. You know the street, the one you avoid at every chance you get. It was eerily silent and not even the rats and bugs seemed to move. The wind blew softly and scattered the few loose pieces of trash.

In the distant a wolf howled and another joined its song. Thunder rolled ominously and what most people didn't know was that the howls weren't a normal singing howl, but a hunting howl. They'd found their prey's scent.

The silence was shattered as I sprinted down the street, and even in my haste my feet were silent while my breathing was not. I froze in the middle of the street at the sound of the howl and growled, the inhuman sound echoing in the silent street and buildings.

"Damn it," I swore softly, taking off again. I still hadn't lost them in the forest despite the mess I'd made of my scent trail. And boy were they tenacious, of course, they were probably not likely to give up easily on the very rare "prize" that I was. Perverted bastards. Werewolves, all of them.

I thought furiously as I hauled ass down the street. I should go to a public area now. They wouldn't dare follow me there and my scent would be lost among the humans and the cars. I could even sacrifice my low money and take a cab, completely erasing my scent. I'll use that as a final recourse, I thought to myself.

I tuned my heightened hearing to the sounds of cars and made my way towards it. Turning down the alley, I saw the crowd of moving people and breathed a sigh of relief. Then I heard panting and claws clicking on pavement. I spun around and saw two werewolves in wolf form barrel around the corner and towards me, they're human eyes lighting up with triumph and perverted glee. I pivoted and pushed myself harder, looking at the crowd as a drowning person looks at the surface of the water. I could hear the sounds of the wolves coming closer and closer as the wolf's legs carried them farther than my human ones. As a last ditch effort I dove for the crowd and crashed into several people.

Shouts and curses rang out over the sound of the city. I crouched and helped up as many people as I could, apologizing profusely despite their hatred towards me for ruining their night. I never did understand that. Why get angry when someone was obviously sorry?

After everyone was on their way, throwing glares my way as they left, I stood and turned towards the alley. My supernatural sight picked out of the forms of the two wolves crouching and glaring hatefully at me. I snickered as I turned and walked away. Join the party, I thought towards them.

I spent a good hour sweeping myself away in the always busy streets of New York City before I finally stopped looking over my shoulder and enjoyed the sights. It always surprised me how you could go from busy city to isolated forest if you knew you're way around. Everything was so bright and attractive. I wanted to go into each store and look around, especially the restaurants, which smelled like heaven to me.

I'd found out that being a werewolf meant that I have to eat about three times as much as when I was a human. Hence my very thin shape under my black trench coat and hood, which engulfed my figure, and then my black skinny jeans and black T-Shirt. Like all of my clothes, my black converse were a little worn, but since I'd had them for years they were in excellent condition.

I looked longingly at a McDonalds. Living on the street meant I had to watch my money or go back to stealing, which I had no qualms with: I just avoided it when I could. Out of habit, I felt for the strap of my small backpack before moving on. I only had so much and that could only get me so far. It always irritated me when I saw people throwing away money for things they didn't need. I suppose that was a little unfair, for I hadn't been able to buy more than the bare necessities for a very long time. Hell, when was the last time I'd bought a book and sat down to read, losing myself in the story like I used to? Or played an instrument to release my emotions from the day?

I sighed and shook my head to focus on my surroundings again when I bumped into someone. Recoiling, I began to apologize when the man's scent reached my nose. I looked up and up in shock and the face that was twisted in evil joy. No, I thought with numb terror. How could the mutts have found me?

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the mutts hands come up to grab me. Acting out of instinct, I dropped to the ground in an effortless forward splits so I had one leg in between the mutts. I scissor kicked his legs and he dropped to the ground with a surprised shout. I rolled and came to my feet and was sprinting in a second, shoving my way through the crowd, apologizing to people as I went. A look over my shoulder told me that my first attacker, the werewolf built and colored like a brick, and his partner, the one that reminded me of Schwarzenegger, were gaining on me.

Panic filled me before I pushed it and the people in front of me away. I spotted a gap in the crowd near a wall and shoved my way towards it, putting on a burst of speed that caused my hood to fly back and my thick butt length black braid to come free. I was passing in front of a fancy restaurant with a glass front and I glimpsed my reflection for a moment and I couldn't help but wonder what people thought when they saw the 5'7'' skinny girl with delicate features and dressed all in black running for her life.

Then, I ran bodily into another man. It was a surprise when I didn't bowl the both of us over, for I was going as fast as my supernatural abilities would allow me. The man grabbed my arms and grunted in surprise as we stumbled from our impact. I was about to spin away and continue running when I took a deep breath through my nose and I felt my heart skip. Another werewolf. I couldn't help but look up at the man's face as I thought, An ambush? This can't be happening. It's never been this hard to escape. Never.

I watched with horror as I saw the man's nose flare as he took in my scent.

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