Disclaimer: I do not own world of darkness, old or new and White Wolf. I make no money on the creation of this story and the characters are my creations alone. I will be using both elements of both new and old games to create my own vision of the World of Darkness. Have fun reading

Chapter 1: Beginnings of the Hunt

It was a cold night. The wind blew on, the scraps of whatever someone had just thrown away riding it. On the bus stop stood two men, any stranger would have guessed that they were total strangers, sure they both were of middle-eastern descent, but they dressed totally differently.

The one to the left was a tall good-looking man in his early twenties. The olive skin, black hair and brown eyes gave him a handsome complexion which was marred by a scar running from his mouth to the bottom of the right eye. He was clad in an adidas jacket with a hoodie, a white t-shirt under and a pair of jeans and a pair of jogging shoes and to top it all of a cap on his head.. Wiry muscles rippled under his clothes.

The man beside him was of the same age, yet totally different. He was clad as a typical metal fan, a leather jacket with a Dio t-shirt under it, black leather pants with chains hanging from them. On his feet he had a pair of army combat boots. His face wasn´t really ugly but the pale skin with the fairly average complexion didn´t really attracts many glances. On his head a bright red Mohawk rose. He was broader than the man beside him but not out of shape you could see some muscle on him.

Nobody could thus guess that these two were close as brothers. Isaac and Jacob Adhil had grown up together, but while they were weren´t related by blood, their bond were as strong.

They were entering a construction site.

"Why did you have to drag me out of that concert and out here?" Jacob whined.

"We are supposed to patrol this place." Isaac replied bluntly.

"Oh come on, couldn´t you wait a few minutes? There was this cute redhead and …"

He was cut off by a roar and a huge black wolf bounded out of the darkness. Only to land before them. Its hackles were raised and white sharp teeth shone in the moonlight as it stood before them.

The animal was huge: two times bigger than any normal wolf, jet black fur adorned it, yet a small sliver of white sat on its forehead.

Isaac raised an eyebrow. Jacob was shaking his head.

"That´s supposed to scare us? Dude, that was like your lamest try yet."

The wolf relaxed, licking its lips. Suddenly it started to convulse and it started to change. Jaws shortened, the paws started to become feet and hands and the fur started to shrink back into normal skin.

"It was worth a shot." said Matthew Wilson.

Mathew Wilson was a man in his early twenties as the two men before him, but unlike them he looked more Nordic. His family had come to the U.S., 80 years ago. Brown hair crowned his head, with blue eyes set into his face. Yet he shared one similarity with the two men. They were all werewolves.

"Why are you so late?"

"Jacob was trying to get laid at this concert, and I had to drag him out." said Isaac while casting a glance at Jacob.

"Going to a concert, and chasing tail on patrol night?" said Matthew with an amused smile.

"Come on she was hot. If you´d let me I would had been done with her in like, 5 minutes." replied Jacob

"Is your mind always in the gutter?"

"Says, the man with no pants." Jacob replied with mischievous smile.

Matthew looked down. Indeed he was naked.

"Ooops, forgot I took off my clothes before I changed." said Matthew while shielding himself.

A little while later, he got had gotten his clothes out from the back of the mound, where he had hidden them. He wore a plain black t-shirt with jeans and a pair of sneakers.

"Let´s get the stuff from the cache"

They made their way to the barracks. Behind a fake wall was their "base of operations" that they had nicknamed it. It was a small room full of books and other information on their wolf heritage. In this was their "cache" of weapons.

Mathew took out a small military-style knife, two scimitars. One had its blade adorned with a dragon, the other with a wolf and then he took out a modern looking bow with a tribal pattern.

Isaac took out a halberd, the axe head of which was in a half-moon shape, together with two hatchets. Both of the hatchets had moons painted on them.

Jacob took out a spear, which had weird symbols on it, together with some other equipment.

"Being a werewolf has its downsides" Jacob sighed

"We have to do this, it is our duty. Seeing as you're the Ithauer, our shaman, I would think you would see the importance of this." replied Isaac sternly.

"Yeah sure, but spirits are a bit of a tricky and not the most friendly bunch, and I wouldn´t say I do this for them."

"Yeah, yeah. Let´s get going already." said Matthew

Not far from the construction yard was a forest which stretched out, both north and south, almost like a shield to the nearby town.

This small packs job was to patrol it for any intruders. This town was their territory, and they wouldn´t let anything get in without their permission.

As they were patrolling, Isaacs's phone rang. He answered. The rest stood still while he took it.

"Sure we´re on it." Isaac said as he ended the call.

"Who was that?"

"Our partners, they spotted and chased a few possessed. They are currently on their way to our position."

"Alright some fun" Jacob said with a blood-thirsty smile. It had been a long time since any of them had seen some action.

They started to run north. After a while Isaac stopped them. He sniffed the air. Each of the men could now smell the possessed. They were in a clearing right in front of them.

Isaac motioned for Matthew to go away, to flank them and Jacob was supposed to stay with him.

"As soon as the spirit leaves the body, you banish them. Clear?" Isaac whispered to Jacob.

"Okay"

Isaac charged out of the bushes. He quickly registered four people. But while they looked like people he knew they weren´t.

They were possessed, by strong spirits who had taken the human bodies for their own. They had no other choice than to kill the host bodies.

The halberd swing out before him he beheaded the possessed before him. Blood splattered all over him. As its head flew away he could see the spirit leaving the body. It had the form of a beetle.

Behind him Jacob had already started chanting in the First Tongue. The power of his gift surging and with a wave of his hand he banished the spirit from this world back to the spirit world.

The other possessed turned to face him. Suddenly there was a twanging sound and an arrow buried itself into the neck of another possessed. Soon that spirit was banished as well.

One of the possessed lunged at Isaac, getting a hold of his halberd. While they were struggling for it, another tried to attack Isaac from behind.

Jacob would have none of that. Chanting again he instead used his gift to call the winds which knocked the possessed away. Another arrow shot out of the darkness and killed it, as the spirit that resided within was banished.

With only one possessed left, Isaac wanted to end this quickly, but the possessed was strong.

"Looks tasty" the possessed said with a twisted smile.

It then took a bite out of Isaacs shoulder. The pain was immense.

"Ok, that´s it" he thought himself

Then suddenly Isaac started to change. The muscles started to ripple and tear, fur started to growing. Claws grew out of his finger as his teeth became sharper as he assumed the Dalu form.

He then quickly snatched the halberd from the grip of his foe and with a mighty overhead swing he clove the body in half. More blood spattered on to his body. From the remains of the body, the spirit rose, this one looked more like a fly.

"Ding, ding. The wolf-man wins" Matthew jested while walking towards them as Jacob banished the spirit.

Isaac regarded the wound he sustained from his fight.

"My guess it was a spirit of gluttony." Jacob said while taking out a bandage.

"Nasty wound." Matthew said looking the bite-mark.

"Nothing I can´t handle." said Isaac.

"You should change back before I put this on."

"Oh, alright."

Isaac started to change back to his human form. Jacob applied the bandage.

"At least the clothes didn´t tear." Matthew said.

"Well thank god, for these specially made clothes we got. These were made for changing in." Isaac replied happily.

"Ah, there you are. See that you already taken care of things." said a voice

Turning to face it, the pack saw a big Native-American looking man coming out of the undergrowth. This was the leader of the other pack called Scar, because of the huge scar across his face.

"Well done." Scar said looking around at the scene of carnage.

"Should we clean up?" Matthew asked

"Nah, go pack instead."

"Pack" Jacob asked with a confused look.

"You´ve been transferred. To Chicago"

"What!" the three asked in unison

"The elders want you three out of here. To see the world and help with some things up there."

"We´re going to… Chicago?" Matthew asked bewildered.

"Your jobs have already been taken care of. Go home and pack, your flight leaves tomorrow.

The three exchanged glances. They couldn't believe it.

"We are going to Chicago." Jacob whispered to himself.

"Yeah" Mathew said. Looking up the moon shone brightly on the three Uratha. The next day a plane with three werewolves lifted and flew toward its destination.