(Hunters speaking in Russian)
The outskirts of Russia.
I watch from the hidden spot, behind a bunch of tall trees that already have snow on them as Hunters, ready their weapons, huskies and sledges to hunt the large wolf pack that I had heard rumours about then suddenly notice in one of the tents that there is figure, laying curled on a sleeping bag.
"Check the hostage. We don't want him to go wandering and get lost."
"Pah, He won't. He's been well sedated with Wolf shot that we brought. Mr Stark, is going nowhere and staying here, until that scientist – who spoke over the phone to us - comes for him to check whether he has that rare Wolf gene in him."
"Quiet, you fool. Someone could be listening."
The rest is lost in them arguing and heading down the slope, I pull the long fur coat closer around me then they stop, when the Huskies start barking as I walk up to their owners. For all the two men knew I could be the scientist and soon find myself face to face with larger of the two.
"Who are you?" He asks, in English, thick and heavy and I can smell hints of alcohol on him as the Huskies continue to whimper, because they knew that they were in the presence of Alpha Wolf.
"Doctor Lascroie. My colleague couldn't make it today and so I'm collecting the Specimen you have." I said, which course was true as the person they had contacted was still on his hotel room and would not be waking for some time, until about very late in the afternoon.
The large man, allows me to go to the tent and I step inside, seeing the state that Stark was in then bending down, turn his face to look at him. His eyes shoot open immediately, while I take hold of him and see that his eyes are wide with terror – like when animal finds out it has been caged – then heading out the tent, feel the claws forming before I can stop myself.
"Kill them both."
It whispers to me and going up to the first one, hear the rifle being cocked then flash-stepping behind him, I punch my hand straight into his chest, grabbing his heart in the process. The shocked expression on his friend's face his makes me smirk and soon the body of his comrade falls to the ground at the sametime he falls to the ground with muffled thud noise, blood soon pooling out from his body.
Stark, covered in mixed blood of animals and now human, looks at me as he pads up to me then nuzzles against me, affectionally near my neck then looking at the huskies – who from other Hunters, I had heard rumours that been maltreated by the two that just been killed - I go over to them, releasing them from the tight harnesses.
There are six, altogether and would make good companions for the pack that was beginning to form then one of them – a grey one, growls low in its throat – sensing something is coming towards us.
I can hear the engines of snow mobiles and look upwards into the sky, where I know looking down from his mighty position is Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D on the Hellcarrier. I lower my head back down and waving my hand at Stark, tell him to go with the huskies.
He runs off, soon changing form into pure russet brown wolf with two tails and larger than any one that had been seen by a human.
I kneel on the ground, calling up the beast within me and soon feel my true form break free from me, spreading outwards as I tilt my head backwards, howling loud and clear as I became what I was born to be.
The Wolf was awake and ready to kill, anyone who tried to stop it.