Emerging from the blinding white snowstorm came the werewolves, immune to the bitter wind that cut into the skin of their prey, blanching their skin and bluing their chattering lips. At first, they were little more than silhouettes and their growling was almost carried away in the howling wind. But as they neared their fur became discernible, thick and wintry in whatever hue their hair had been only hours before. A mixture of colors from black to white and everything in between. Leading the hunt was the alpha. They had the killer instinct of a wolf pack but the intelligence of a human. In barks and grunts, they communicated, spreading wide, sending some to circle, cutting off any means of escape. A foolish buck broke from the terrified huddle and made for the woods, in an instant the pack bore down, gnashing and ripping. When the herd moved no more the feast began, crimson spreading garishly onto the otherwise pristine blanket of white.

Werewolves are not bloodthirsty beasts. Well not all of them. They are the protectors of people. They do not kill at random. They are not easy to spot unless you know what exactly to look for or if you are one of the many supernatural creatures. Some signs are: extremely protective of friends and family (like wolves of a pack), the alphas tend to be the most protective and try to care for their family/friends and usually are the ones to end the fights inside their group. Never mess with an alpha's pack or mate, if you do you will most likely be found with your throat ripped out, by your sweet old neighbor.

A pack is led by the alpha-sometimes the pair. When you think and talk of a werewolf pack, you are pretty much talking of a wolf pack. Minus the whole living in the woods and dens. No, each member had a life, job, and family in and out of the pack. Now you might have read many stories and watched a lot of movies based on werewolves', but I assure you it is all pretty much lies. There are only alpha's, beta, delta, and omegas. They weren't ones to lose control on a full moon if they knew control. Unless you're an alpha, you couldn't make more of your breed. No one bite from a normal werewolf, and you were dead.

Adhara licked her paws cleaned, as the others finished. On her left laid a dark grey male wolf. When she wasn't around, he handled things.

"So, question." Eric began. "Why have we been staying here? It's been almost a month since we took over this part of the forest."

"I can't explain it." Adhara glanced at the open field in front of them. "For the past month, I've been picking up on a scent. It's a sweet almost intoxicating scent. This was the last place I picked up on it. I'm hoping the owner of it comes back here."

Eric chuckled. "Potential mate perhaps?"

She rolled her eyes. "I doubt it."

Unlike many who believed werewolves didn't just look into one's eyes and thought mate. Nor did they follow some invisible pull towards their mate, well they did but that was after. They had the right to choose their mates, but the moment they did that was it. You were with them until death ripped you apart. Should a wolf wish to mate with a human (non-wolf) the bond would work a bit differently. But no reason to get into that at the moment.

As for the scent, Eric was right. When a female is close to reaching their heat, they are presented with a scent. It's one linked to a potential mate for them. It was mother natures way of helping you find the one. But for Adhara it wasn't the first time this has happened, but unfortunately every time she found it they were already too late. She usually finds the scent leading them to a titan.

In normal situations, they wouldn't care too much about it, but when the alpha female still hasn't given the pack an heir it becomes a concern. You see when the titans first appeared, they wiped out nearly every werewolf. It wasn't until they discovered that while shifted, the titans ignored them completely. Unfortunately by then, only a handful of wolves were left alive.

Among those left alive was one alpha male. With his guide and leadership, they were able to adapt and survive the coming changes. Unlike many stories written about them, a wolf can't just take over a pack. They must be born an alpha. Adhara herself comes from the last line of alphas, making her last chance of survival for her kind. A pack without its alpha will not survive.

Laying over a boulder, she huffed in annoyance. "With my luck, they will end up being a snack for the titans as well."

"Keep thinking that like an I'm sure." Eric scoffed. "What will you do if this one is the one?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Adhara grumbled. "Let us not forget they are humans. They do not know about us, if this smell turns out to be the one then I will have to ensure he can be trusted."

"Stalk him?" Eric chuckled.

Adhara rolled her eyes. "Play the house pet for a while. See what he's like, who knows he might even be married. There are a lot of factors we need to consider." Glancing at the rest of the pack, she noticed their restless. "Come let us get some food. Judging by the look in your sons' eyes, he's about to try and devour us."

Eric turned to his wife and son. "I suppose you're right."

Following Eric to a known deer herd location. Ever since the attack of the titan on the packs, only so many made it out. Adhara was the only one from her pack. Eric, his wife, and his pup were the sole survivors of his pack. After a few weeks, they picked up one or two stragglers. Her pack was 8 strong, unfortunately for her, they were all teenagers. But they were the last pack of werewolves to this moment. And it was her job to ensure they survived.