Thread: Me and Deep - In war an enemy can be an ally

Up till now Damien had survived By killing anything that opposed him. He was ruthless almost heartless. As one of eight pack leaders, he was considered the shadow of them all. He excelled in silent killing and the art.of assassination. When a packmate screwed up he always fixed it by going into enemy lines and cutting off the head of the snake. He was their secret weapon, something that gave them all the power they craved for their species. Werewolves had different species in their ranks and not all of them got along either. The eight pack leaders also didn't always get along either. Damien was the son of one pack leader and his mother was the leader of another of the packs. This joined the two packs in unison after many years of disapproval on both sides. Raised as a werewolf but brought up as human. That's right, his mother was part of a human wolf pact the humans hadn't been born as werewolves, they had been bitten. Willingly. There was something else special about his mothers side too. Some of the pack were unable to control their shift changes while others couldn't change at all. This was both a curse and a blessing for them. A couple of them were gifted and had increased sight and sense of smell and hearing without any if the side effects. Others had wolf features on their body but possessed only half of the power of their brethren. These wolves or most of them were the result of years of scientific experimentation gone wrong. Some of them were even unable to continue living and had to be put down because of pain and suffering. All of them held one thing in common, none of them were allowed among society. His mother was a human with the uncontrollable ability to change into a wolf at moments of great pain or anger. Damien was lucky, like his father, a born wolf, he had full control over his shifts, he possessed prowess in strength and cunning and he was adept at agility. The best of the best in his pack. They had already cleared most of the cave out but couldn't take on this wolf with as enraged as he was. When Jaden entered the cave, the scene before him would make even the most seasoned hunters' stomach turn. A bluish grey wolf stood over 3 bodies of children that couldn't be more than a couple months to a couple years old. Pups. One of them had cute ears on his head in human form, the ears which were normally white were stained in crimson as well as his human face. His body flayed open by a knife - the same knife in fact that was sticking out of the young pup's heart. His eyes were blackened with death. Beside him was another pup, female, reaching out to the little one with tears on her face and blood dripping from her mouth to pool by her side, she had a tail but no ears, the once snow white tail painted a dark crimtane along with the rest of her, she too was lying dead by the one she was reaching for, and next to them was a wolf, a dagger had been shoved through the top of the wolves muzzle and curled underneath so she couldn't open her mouth, clearly, the little ones beside her were what she had been killed protecting. Damien stood over them with his head lowered. He'd been too late to stop them. the hunters had come in in groups, one of the groups had distracted the warriors, him and the others like him, the other had eliminated and tortured the pups and lower wolves. Damiens eyes locked on Jadens and he snarled loudly, a crack of lightning illuminating the cave just long enough that Jaden would see what he was standing over. How dare they, hunters, how dare they keep slaughtering his pack! There was almost nothing left after the attack today, a couple of warriors but most of the women and pups had been slaughtered like horses for glue. Their bodies left to rot amongst the autumn leaves. Damien dug his claws into the rock below him prepared to lunge on the new hunter that was entering his domain. How dare they. i am currently posting from my phone so until i tell you i have posted via pm consider this not posted to