Zed Necrodopolus has trained to hunt werewolves his entire life, just like his father and his father before him and so on. He had been pretty successful with his career, living in the woods in a nice sized cabin on the outskirts of the city of Seabrook. The city over the years had employed his family to help protect them from the vicious pack of werewolves that roamed the forest. The first settlers that had come to Seabrook had immediately come into contact with the wolves and they had charged Zed's great great great grandfather with the task of protecting the townsfolk.
Zed's father had retired a few years ago, leaving him as the sole protector of the city of Seabrook, but no pressure or anything. The werewolves were mostly harmless as long as he set traps that didn't let them get too close to the city. His family hadn't had to kill any of the wolf people for many many years. The last wolf killed was the previous Alpha, and that one death had kept the pack at bay for 20 years.
He was a young boy when his father had taken out the Alpha. One nicely hidden bear trap and a silver bullet to the back of the head had done the trick. But Zed had studied the werewolves his entire life. He knew it wouldn't be long before the next Alpha was born and took over the pack and they would be right back to terrorizing the city.
Zed had been checking the videos and pictures from his various trail cams he had hidden all over the forest. He hadn't seen much lately which was good and meant his traps he had been setting were working. One of the traps he noticed had caught a deer and he was grateful for that. He would need the meat to stock up for the cold season.
He flipped through the rest of his footage and not seeing anything more decided he needed to go out to get the deer before something else did. The sun would be setting soon and he would need to get the deer before it completely got dark.
He suited up in the gear he always wore when he went out into the wilds. Camouflage pants tucked into black boots and a tight black fitted long sleeve shirt. He left off the camo jacket as it wasn't too cold yet, but made sure to check his reflection before leaving. He liked to dye his hair a dark green color. He felt it helped to further camouflage himself into the brush when he was out.
He wouldn't be able to carry the deer back from where it was. It was far too heavy. Normally he would hike wherever he needed to go to make less noise and tracks but today he would need to take his four wheeler to haul his meat back with.
He tossed his backpack into the front carriage wrack and secured his rifle to his back before making his way in the direction of the trap with the deer. It wasn't too far. Just a few miles away.
He made it in ten minutes and then got to work with cutting the deer down from the rope it was hanging from. He would have to move the trap somewhere else. He never set a trap in the same exact place twice. Werewolves were as smart as humans, they would remember the locations after they went off.
He was securing the deer to the rack on the back of the wheeler when a blur from the corner of his eye and the crunching of a stick caught his attention. He looked over his shoulder to see a blur of brown and white shoot across the path.
He abandoned his current task to focus on his new one. There was definitely something stalking him. He raised his rifle and slowly made his way in the direction of the blur. He had shot them before, but never with a silver bullet. None of his shots ever killed. He shot enough to wound them as warnings to stay away. They could crawl back to their den and heal. He did however always keep one silver bullet in his front pocket, just in case he ever came across the alpha.
He would know when he saw it. The Alpha always had a full head of white hair. The other wolves only had partials or stripes. It was his dream to take out the next Alpha just like his father had and Zed dreamed his son would take out the next. If he ever managed to leave his cabin long enough to find someone to have that son with.
He heard another crunch of a stick and whirled around. The forest was eerily silent. No rodents or birds made a noise and he knew it was a werewolf for sure. It must have wanted to take his deer. There was a pit he had dug and covered not far from this trap; about 20 yards away in fact. If he could lure it closer he might be able to injure it. He could leave it as a warning for the others to stay away.
He heard another snap and ran towards the pit. Maybe he could get it to chase him and fall into the hole. He gripped his gun with both hands and took off. He could hear the rustling of the trees and realized it was following him from above. That's not good. It wouldn't fall in the trap if it wasn't on the ground. Just a couple more yards, he could see the covering he had made. A covering you wouldn't know about unless you knew it was there. He slowed his running as he neared the pit, trying to decide his next move.
A snap of a branch and flash of brown and white came before him. For a second he was face to face with it before the look on its face changed from triumph to surprise as it fell into the pit. Did he just see what he thought he had? He looked over the edge of the pit to confirm what had literally just fallen right into his trap.
It was a female wolf. She was lying unconscious at the bottom of the hole. She had dirty and ripped brown pants and a shirt with a vest made of furs and her hair… pure white. The Alpha. He had caught the alpha and it was a female. He had assumed they were always male.
She didn't look to be dead. She had a small cut on the side of her head and her ankle looked like it was sitting at an odd angle. Must have broken when she landed. He fingered the silver bullet in his pocket debating his choices. He could shoot her now and they wouldn't have another Alpha for at least 20 years. She couldn't have been more than 20 herself and if one her pups, assuming she had any that were pre alpha, it would be years before it came into full maturity to lead or… he could take her back to his cabin as a hostage. No that's not right. Prisoner? No, still not right. He could take her back and hold her as collateral until the others come for her. He could take them all out at once. She is their Alpha. They will come for her.
He turned and ran for his pack on the four wheeler and hoped she didn't wake up before he returned with his straps. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere with a broken ankle but it would be a lot easier to haul her up by a harness if she were unconscious and couldn't fight him. He didn't bring any of his tranquilizers with him and really didn't look forward to a struggle. The sun was setting and he really needed to get back before the sun.
He rode back on the wheeler with his supplies and made quick work of getting her out of the pit. Thankfully she was still kicked out. He picked her up and decided to carry her back with him on the seat. She wouldn't fit on the back with the deer and would probably get even more injured like that anyway. Not that he should care.
He rode the few miles back to his cabin with her wedged between him and handlebars. He had to steer with one hand as his other arm was wrapped around her to keep her from falling off. She was so light and tiny in his arms. The opposite of what he would think an alpha for a pack of werewolves would be. Usually they were large and had always been males as far as he knew. White hair blew past his face and he breathed in a sent of something he couldn't put his finger on. An herb of some type or a flower maybe. It smelled good. The backside of her was nestled between his thighs and the vibrations of his wheeler and the friction of her rubbing against him was enough to make him hard. What was wrong with him? He was getting hard for a damn werewolf. Man it had been a long ass time since he got laid.
It had been a while since he went into town and visited his family as well. He had no other family to help him with his duty to the town and no one else outside of it seemed interested in the life of a woodland hermit. So he only got the chance to go and visit once every few months. Before his father retired he had a friend in the city, Eliza. He could go and see her and they had a mutual agreement of sorts with each other but now.. now Eliza had gone and gotten herself married and that promptly ended any benefits he was getting.
He rode right up to the front porch and debated what he was going to do with her now that he had her. Should he chain her up in the shed? No he had to sleep sometime and they would surely be able to free her before he could capture them as well. Inside the cabin she would have to go. He had a spare room of sorts that had no windows so they wouldn't have a way to come and rescue her and he had a silver chain he could use to keep her from escaping.
He hauled her inside the cabin and dumped her on the cot that he kept for when his father came, which was rare. He lifted her leg and gave her ankle a look over. It didn't look completely broken but it was definitely sprained. It wouldn't be long until it healed on its own. They did have faster healing abilities than humans did.
He went and got a wet rag to clean the blood off her head that had started to dry and matte into her hair. He still couldn't get the thoughts of how beautiful she was out of his head. Her white hair was braided in a way so that it was off of her face but still hung in large pleats down her back. She had makeup of some kind on that accentuated her features. Pouty lips, high cheekbones and a petite nose.
He finished cleaning the blood off her face but sat for a moment to admire her some more. Fantasies of what she looked like under all those layers of fur she wore flitted across his mind. He pulled some of the layers that covered her chest to side and brushed his hand across her chest as he did so. He was starting to grow hard again. Jesus he would have to take care of it in the shower. He went to pull the furs back across her but that was the moment her eyes started to flutter open.
The last thing Addison remembered was the hunters brown eyes. She had dropped from her place in the tree to land in front of him but must have miscalculated and had fallen through the ground and into a hole. Her head was killing her and her ankle felt worse. But an Alpha could not show weakness. There was already unrest within the pack and if she showed any sign of being affected by her injury it would be the end of her leadership.
Some of the pack members didn't think a female should lead. Her father, the previous alpha, didn't have a chance to produce anymore white haired children. She was born and he was killed months later. Only an Alpha can sire another Alpha. Usually they would have multiple children, all with white hair and the eldest male would lead when the previous Alpha died or stepped down. In her case, she was the only white haired Alpha pup produced and there was no choice but for her to lead when she came of age a few years ago.
Her uncle was an Alpha. Being her father's younger brother he had to step up and take over as leader but as soon as Addison came at age he stepped back down for her lead. He always thought a female should have the chance to lead, but there were still others who only thought a male should lead.
She looked up into the face of the hunter. He sat next to her on a bed of some sort, an extremely uncomfortable one, staring down at her. He was handsome, for a human. She had seen him around the forest before. He was tall with broad shoulders and was a lot louder than he thought he was. He tried to blend in with his surroundings but always seemed to fail. They knew where all his traps were and they were tracking his every movement. His hair color wasn't fooling anyone.
He sat with his hand on her breast and a wide eyed look on his face like a pup who had been caught stealing. "If you wanted to fuck you could have just asked. Alphas take multiple mates." He snatched his hand away and quickly stood. The look on his face read surprise and disgust but the bulge in his pants told a different story.
"You can let me go now." She smirked up at him. She could over take him if she weren't injured. Her foot felt as if she had broken or hopefully only sprained it. A wound that could easily heal but might take a week. Her head was killing her but that would subside after a day or so.
"No. I can't do that Alpha." He replied. He had turned and was rustling around with chains and some other things he had stored in the room.
"Sure you can. You just let me walk out the door and you know not get maimed to death when I'm better."
"Nope. Wrong again." He turned with some chaines and walked up to the bed she lay on, tying them to the legs of it. "I need you here with me."
"I already told you if you want me all you have to do is ask." She was toying with him. Trying to get him flustered and let his guard down. Maybe she could seduce him and then flee at that point.
"No that's not.." he flustered. She grinned to herself when she noticed the blush he was forming. He shook it off and continued his task of anchoring the bed to the floor. "I need you as collateral. If I keep you here, the rest will come for you eventually and then I can take you all out at once."
She laughed. "You think they'll come for me?" He was crazy to think he could take them all out at the same time.
"Of course they will. You're the Alpha, the leader, the one they want. They will come for you."
"Ok so let's say they come for me...then what? Do you know how many of us there are? You wouldn't stand a chance on your own."
"Yeah well I have to try." He stood to admire his handy work. He had secured the bed she was laying in and the chain onto the floor. He then proceeded to cuff her good ankle and fasten it to the end of the bed. At least the cuff was lined with a cloth padding.
"I could break this flimsy chain you know?" She bragged. The chain didn't seem very thick but it was long. With enough force she could break it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. This is pure silver. You wouldn't be able to grip it long enough to break it. That's why there's the padding on the inside of the cuff."
She sat up, wincing from the pain in her head as she did so. He had to be bluffing. She tentatively reached a clawed finger to test what he said. The outside of the cuff around her ankle singed her finger and she drew back in surprise.
"See. Pure silver." He said smugly. "Now this chain is long enough for you to get out of the bed and into the bathroom over here but it's not long to leave the room. So don't try." He started to pick up the rest of his gear he had in there leaving no chances of her getting something to break the chains with.
"How long do you plan on keeping me here?" She tried to stand but found her ankle was in far worse condition than she originally thought and she fell back onto the bed.
"How ever long it takes for the rest of your pack to find you." With that said he left her alone, closing the door behind him.
Stupid human. The pack wasn't going to come for her. Half of them didn't want her there and the other half were talking of splitting off to form a new pack and seek a new den. The only problem was they couldn't travel very far. The moonstone wouldn't allow it.
She laid back down and contemplated her situation. She would never get the chain off her ankle unless the human came and unlocked it for her. The only way that was going to happen was if she gained his trust. How do you gain the trust of a human?
She would have to watch him. Predator and prey. Get to know your enemies weaknesses and strike but that would be hard to do if she's stuck in this room. She needed to lure him in but for now she would sleep. Sleep would help her injuries to heal and hopefully her head would be healed by the morning.