"Stupid bitch! I'll kill her!" Dog yelled at his pack of men that surrounded him in the broken shack that they held vacancy in. Each of them yelling for blood and more. He hated that he was beaten down in front of his pack and he would make the Vampyre woman pay for the humiliation that she did to him. Dog hated Vampyres and just about anything else other than a shifter that he was. He thirsted for a hunt and he vowed for revenge. No one would humiliate a pack master in front of his dogs.
"Packmaster, what shall we do about the woman?" a rough man spoke to him.
Dog looked down at his pack and snarled at the large man who kneeled before him. His bald head that shined in the dim light. His second, he was a mutt. Dirty thing he was.
"We kill her as planned."
Dog packed around his devoted back. They had ridden out of that decrepit bar quickly after what happened when the Vampyres came. They were told to stay away and not to hurt the girl that was so wanted. They had received word months ago that one of the rogue members had attacked her and was killed by two Vampyres, one matching the description of the man that came in with the vengeful woman. Dog supposed that he had attacked her mate or pet, or whatever he was to her. He would finish her off soon enough.
Dog howled to get the attention of his pack that bowed before him. "Tonight, we ride. Tonight, we hunt! Though the moon will be full in a few nights, we will hunt again. This time, we will not be so careless as to not cover our tracks. The prey are on our track as they have been alerted by the one we must not touch. There are two that have scorned us and we will not take that lightly!"
The packed howled at his speech and he continued. "Tonight! We are wolves!"
A great howling preceeded as their next prey was brought out to them. Clothed still in her nightgown and thrown on the floor. The woman was beautiful and she smelled delightful. Everyone sniffed and caught her scent. She scrambled on the floor trying to get away, only to be blocked in by his pack members. Each foot she touched she scrambled away from only to find another. She screamed and pleaded. "Please don't hurt me!" she cried.
She was blindfolded and couldn't see who her hunters were. Her arms tied behind her back as her feet pushed her from one corner to the next. Her face was bloodied from trying to resist when they took her. Dog just looked down with pride as he snarled. His pack knew just what to do. They lifted the girl by her shoulders and stood her up. She was unsteady on her feet as she wobbled from side to side, trying to regain balance. This one would be feisty. Dog look lustfully at her. This was not the one that scorned him, but he would treat her as such, and when it came time to hunt, he would ripe her to shreds and leaver her lifeless body out to be found, as a warning to others.
"Take her" he ordered and his second nodded at his command. The woman, still screaming and pleading for her useless life was struggling against the fierce hold of her captures. Dog just rubbed his hands in eager amusement as the hunt had begun.
Most had piled onto their bikes. The last of them rushed into the large van they had acquired. All blacked out and fitted with over sized tires for the terrain they would soon embark. They would start deep into the forest, pushing the woman further towards the edge, closer to the house they would setup. That was the plan. Not to hurt the woman, but to draw her out, to draw her away from her friends and soon enough on her own. If anyone interfered, they were ordered to kill, and killing is what they did best.
They drove about an hour to where they planned to stage the hunt. All the motorcycles blacked their lights out as they came upon the trail. That didn't matter, they could all see excellently in the dark. It is what they all relished. To live in the moonlight. They knew the woman, Anabelle, wasn't home yet from work, but that didn't matter. Their instructions were to keep picking off people close to her, people she worked with, people she knew and was friends with until Anabelle was out of options. And that is just what they planned to do. This was the second hunt they had in a matter of a day. They would keep it up. Keep their hunger thriving. The thrill of the kill.
It wasn't too much longer until they got to the meeting spot. Everyone was gathering. The men and their bitches all ready for the hunt. They figited in anxiety. They were ready. Already stripping their clothing, they were ready for the run. And so was Dog. He smiled at what he had put together. A pack larger than he ever anticipated. Soon enough, they would be increasing their ranks, recruiting others. Maybe not by will, but soon, when the one was turned, they would have no choice but to follow the Alpha's orders.
Dog and his mutt pulled the woman from the back of the van. She wiggled and thrashed, trying to get free. "This is going to be a great hunt!" Dog laughed as he threw the woman out into the middle of the crowd. At this point she was taken out of the blindfold to see the faces of the people that would see the end of her. She screamed and cried. Running to the nearest woman, thinking she would save her.
"Help me please!" the woman cried. Her dark black hair frizzed in the air. Her dark black skin would make it hard to see her, but that wouldn't matter. When they were in wolf form, they saw heat. They wouldn't need to see the womans darkened skin, as if she had laid out in the sun her whole life. The richness of her thick body would be a delight to taste.
The woman she ran to pushed her away, but not without ripping off a tattered piece of clothing. The rest of the pack joined in and ripped the others pieces left. Soon enough the woman was left in the center, holding her delicate small breasts with her arms crossed at her chest with nothing more than a little piece of cloth around her waist. "Please! Just let me go. I promise I won't say anything. I promise!" she cried.
Dog laughed again, "Oh, we'll let you go, but you won't get far."
The woman looked around her. Everyone's eyes began to glow a mysterious gold and barks and howls emitted in the air. The woman was surrounded by the pack clawing at her, reaching for her as they looked hungrily at her flesh. Men's heads were thrashing from side to side as their noses elongated. Claws grew from their fingertips and hair started to form all over. The woman screamed again. This time trying to break free. The pack looked at her and then back to Dog, where he nodded in acknowledgement, and they let the girl begin to run.
The best part about being a wolf, was the change. Dog smiled and slapped his mutt on the back to begin the chase as they all threw themselves to the ground on all fours. They howled and growled and barked while the transformation occurred. Soon enough, Dog looked at all his pack, a set of large, very hungry wolves. Before his transformation was complete, he howled to the air and the pack took off into the woods.
The chase was thrilling. The pack was told to keep behind, to push the woman into the opening a few miles up the path. If she followed, which she was, it would lead them to the farm house. They could smell the dung of the horses and cattle nearby. The sweet smells of farm produce and fresh meat for their taking. Dog ran and ran until his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. The drool that seeped out of his now elongated snout and lolling tongue. He saw her darting in and out of the trees as he took lead of the pack. Just a little further and then she would be fresh meat for the taking.
The woman ran and struggled to stay on foot in the dark. That was obvious. She would fall and a wolf would snap at her feet. The howling ensued. She would pick herself up and continue running through the darkness, screaming for help. No one was near, that they knew. No one would be awake nor hear her screams as she neared the break in the trees, into the pasture. It was there she stopped and saw the house. The wolves stopped just back a few trees, eyes glowing a crimson red, ready to take her down. She looked back, seeing the large amounts of wolves creeping towards her, that is when she took in the sheer size of the pack. They were massive wolves with muscular arms and legs. Their teeth long and sharp and dripping with need for fresh meat. They snarled and snapped at her little piece of cloth still at her waist. That is when the chase was in full throttle as she took for the house.
Dog howled as the signal to move. The wolves took off, faster than lightning they were. Just as fast as a Vampyre they descended upon her in a matter of seconds. She never even had a chance. It was just a game to them all as the first wolf, a female jumped up and clawed the woman in the back. The ripping of the flesh was a sweet sound that they all enjoyed and endured as the woman screamed in pain. Dog waited in the three line, waiting for the pack to bring back what was his for the taking first. The woman fought, she was a strong one and defiant. She didn't want to give up which only made the kill even better. Soon she would be dead and they could delight in the taste of fresh flesh that they craved so much. The woman was fighting off the wolves and grabbed a branch nearby as another wolf took a bite out of her leg. She screamed and thrashed the branch around to get the wolf to leave her. It smacked him right in the face, but not enough to give up as two more ascended on her. The woman screamed in pain as the last wolf took a bite into her shoulder and ripped her throat out. Dog smiled at their victory.