Chapter Two
His sharp teeth snarl into a smirk, the others watching him passively. "Tonight is the newblood's first hunt, boys…"
A round of snarled agreement rouses from the other men in the room, a howl of excitement filling their blood. "When do we begin, boss?" A smaller man calls from the front of the crowd, the black and orange, swirl eye patch covering his right, dazzling onyx eye from view. The twins on either side of him nod in agreement, their own toothy grins shinning in the dim candle light.
The leader of the pack's grin grew at this call. His pale blue cheeks hue pink with joy as he barks a laugh. "When the sun goes down—like always, Tobi!"
The eye-patched man nods enthusiastically before he turned to the twins beside him to add more to the excited chatter about him. Only two of the men among the crowd remained silent.
"Itachi, Kakuzu—you two aren't still upset I asked you to give up your night off for this hunt on the newblood, are you?" The blue toned male jumps down from his perch to address his quiet friends more directly.
Itachi—the shorter of the two—kept his crimson eyes closed in deep thought, his pale lips set in a straight line. The leader always wondered how this man—whose veins were destined to become a leech's—could have ever of become one of them. He truly looked like the blood suckers' ally, though his second form told otherwise. Most of the pact told rumors a long time ago of the Uchiha being a spy for their enemies, simply because of his appearance—long raven colored hair and blood red eyes, long pronounced nose ridges under his eyes, pale white skin; a true bloodsucker semblance.
As for the other, no one ever doubted who or what he was. Kakuzu was practically like their pack's second leader, standing just below their real leader's height. He was built like any warrior, and his skin was tanned from the sun's rays. Stitches cover his sculptor-like build, scars from past battles with the enemy. His eyes were an astounding and piercing blaze of green, surrounded by an inferno of red, forever burning. A brunette mane hung in stringy pieces around his scarred cheeks, the man never having bothered to cut it any shorter than his shoulders. Behind the chapped, tanned lips were a set of sharp teeth that any immortal would be proud of.
"Perhaps we are angry, Kisame…" Itachi murmurs to their blue leader, his crimson eyes opening to look up into the golden eyes. Kisame simply shook his head, running his right hand through his own messy cerulean hair. "But then again, it's always fun to hunt the newbloods…"
Kisame barks a laugh once more at this, his hand falling to his friend's shoulder. "You truly are more menacing than you make yourself look, 'Tachi…"
It was small, but the leader didn't miss the smile his best friend gave him. Kakuzu sighs from beside the two, earning their attention. "I hate newbloods…" He mutters, looking out to their pack's crowd. "They never know what to do when a werewolf attacks…"
Kakuzu glances at the blue man once another laugh erupts. "But where's the fun in fighting someone experienced, Kakuzu?"
"The fight lasts longer…" Kakuzu looks over to the obnoxiously loud shouts on the other side of the room. "Someone better stop Zet and Su from hurting Tobi…"
Kisame smirks his toothy grin at this. "They're only playing, Kakuzu."
"Tobi doesn't seem to notice this…" Itachi murmurs before leaving his friends to save his cousin from a possible threat.
Kisame watches the raven haired male leave, a small grin on his lips. "I love that Itachi…"
"I know you do…" Kakuzu mutters, crossing his arms and huffing. "I hear this every night…"
For what seems the hundredth time, Kisame laughs. "You need to get laid, Kakuzu."
"What does that—"
Kisame cuts him off with another barking laugh. Itachi approaches them once more then, Tobi in tow. "Kisame, the sun has set."
The leader stops all laughing to look at his little weasel. "Alright then, let everyone know…"
Moments later the entire pack was in order once more and Kisame was standing over them. "Tonight, we hunt for a newblood!" Howls grace his ears then. "Prepare yourselves!"
At this command, the air of the room shifts. All joking and cheering ceases for a different type of howl. Every man begins to feel the shift of their bones, the growing of certain muscles and the feel of hair—or rather fur—pop out of pours.
Each one falls to their hands, their backs shifting to another skeleton's form. Their hands grow larger, the fur coming out and forming around each crease. At last, claws break out of each finger tip, their thumbs moving from beside the growing fingers and aligning with their wrists.
Feet shift to form similar pads, their legs turning to allow the joints to bend another way. Pants begin to rip off of their forms, fur immediately forming around their newly shifted legs. The fur continues to grow along their back, tails growing out from their backbones. A howl erupts from each of them just as their hands and feet finally complete their shifts into large paws with sharp claws, their noses pointing up to the ceiling as a snout is slowly grown.
Their howls echo in the room as the transformation completes, every man's face now covered with fur. Each of them turns to look at the leader of the pack, awaiting the call for their exit.
Kisame looks about them all, pleased to see each in their second forms—the form of a wolf. Still in his human form, Kisame howls before he himself flashes into a form of a large, blue wolf; faster than the rest of them, and bigger than them all.
The werewolves howl in return below their leader before scattering, all running out through various openings of the warehouse. Kisame stays back, looking down at who was in his platoon that night.
Two green wolves, alike in every form but their eye colors; a smaller black wolf with an orange and black swirled eye patch; another black wolf with crimson red eyes; and finally, a simple brown wolf, whose stitches shown through the fur to the view of all.
A barked order and the six were gone in a flash.