The next few nights were painful. In her new form and with her new hunger, she learned to control it, but trying to hunt other things beside humans starved her more than helped her. On her fifth night, she collapsed in the middle of a forest. Her breathing was heavy and her muscles were weak. There was a rustle of the bushes behind her, where a young man wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt walks out into the area. He walks around Haley and crouches down beside her head. He places one hand on her muzzle and the other on her neck. Haley manages to open her one eyes to see the boy, meeting the gaze of his silver eyes. "It's alright young one, you'll be alright." The boy says. Haley whimpers a bit; "Seems you're one of the newer ones, an experienced hunter wouldn't starve themselves with another prey." The boy says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial of blood. "I've seen you hunt before, you have a taste for human blood. This should give you enough energy the get you on your feet." The boy says, opening the vial. Haley whimpers again, she didn't want the taste of human blood in her mouth again. "I'm sorry, but a werewolf has tastes for certain prey that they must hunt. If you don't hunt humans, you could die of starvation. Now open up," The boy says. Haley slowly opens her mouth, allowing the boy to pour the blood onto her teeth. She swallows the blood then after a few seconds, she goes back to breathing normally. "Alright, up on your feet." The boy says as he stands up. Haley pushes herself up onto her feet. "My, your much bigger than the other females I've met. I'm guessing your an Alpha female without a clan." The boy says. Haley seemed confused, this boy seemed to know too much about werewolves. "I thought so, well, we didn't get a proper introduction. My name is Desmond, I'm the clan leader of the Nocturnals; a clan of neo Arcadian werewolves. We live just outside your city. You seem to be a new werewolf." The boy says. Haley nods; "Well, allow me to see your human form, I'm sure you've mastered your transformation by now." Desmond says. Haley transforms back to normal; "H-how did you know?" Haley asks. "I know everything there is to know about werewolves. My parents were werewolves and the gene is showed throughout my family. I'm guessing you never learned of your parents?" Desmond asks. "No, they were killed when I was young. But they never showed they were werewolves." Haley says. "Odd, carriers but they didn't exhibit it. Very rare but it still happens," Desmond says. "Yeah, well I don't wanna live like this. I'm supposed to protect humans, not kill them." Haley says. "I'm sorry, but once a werewolf has a taste, that's the only thing they can hunt." Desmond says. "B-but what if my father finds out?" Haley asks. "I thought your parents were dead," Desmond says. "He's my foster father, Zero, of the Maverick Hunters." Haley says. "Maverick Hunters? My, extremely rare to find a werewolf that part of the Maverick Hunters. A great honor," Desmond says. "Yeah, unless you hunt what you're supposed to protect." Haley says. "I know it's hard, but I'm sure you'll be used to it." Desmond says. "Really?" Haley asks. "Yes, in fact, there are a few members of my clan that have the same human blood taste as you do. They can train you if you'd like," Desmond says. "Well, all this is new to me, and I'm not sure if I can do this alone." Haley says. "That's why I developed the clan; nobody should suffer through this alone." Desmond says. "True," Haley says. It was silent between the two for a few minutes. "Follow me, i'll take you to my clan's hideout, so you know where to meet us tomorrow at sundown." Desmond says. Desmond takes off, Haley following close behind him, not only leading her to a new home, but into a new lifestyle, as a werewolf amoung humans.
