Thread: The Hunt {PatientOne & Enigma_x}

The night of the attack on the Hunter barn had been something that Alex and his pack had been putting off for almost a decade. The Hunter's were relentless in their goal of ridding the world of the 'monsters' that lived among them. However that was a goal that just could not be reached. There were too many of them, outnumbering humans actually. Yet they were brutal in their attempts. Since they saw them as monsters, they killed them like monsters. Killing whole families or anyone associated with them. Alex had been on the receiving end of that blind hatred more than once. His mother and father had been killed by hunters when he was still a juvenile and luckily his father had taught him enough about being an Alpha that he could just kind of run with it as he grew. His pack mates had been demanding revenge for their fallen loved ones and friends and Alex had held out as long as he could simply to not draw unwanted attention to the pack. However as the killing got worse Alex had enough. The night of the raid, his pack had come out in force and while they'd lost some members, the humans were just overwhelmed. Alex had one rule, they only killed hunters. If the human didn't smell like a hunter, they were left alone. Even if they did smell like a Hunter, children were left alone as well. They were called monsters and hunted like them but they didn't need to act like them. Alex had been the one to make the killing blow on the male who'd single handedly killed so many of his own. His soldiers had wounded him and Alex brought a strong clawed hand across his face, snapping his neck from the sheer impact of his hand. The blood that splattered the soil was hot and the thick coppery scent of blood filled his lungs. Once that was done, he'd noticed the female heading his way, cutting down his kin. So he'd moved around behind her and as she came to her father's side he sank his fangs deep into her shoulder and slammed a fist into the back of her head to knock her out. Hunter's were told to commit suicide if turned. What better way to slap her in the face then to have her end her own life? With that, he and his pack gathered their dead and left. That night, in the pack's most sacred grounds, they'd buried their dead and prayed that their run through the eternal forest was peaceful. Once that was done, they all headed back to their home city and tried to continue on with life. Life in the pack was run by Alex. Being an Alpha was not easy. He was in charge of his pack mates. Making sure they were safe and cared for. Making sure they had homes and food, as well as protection. The club that so many wolves gathered at was his personally owned club that helped create income for himself and his pack. He owned a few clubs and bars where it was a neutral ground as well as a recruiting area. Wolves who had no pack could come and seek out a pack to belong to. All packs were allowed there, Alpha's as well but there was a strict no fighting rule in or around the establishment. All scuffles would be settled by that pack mate's Alpha. The word had begun to spread about a week ago of wolves from various packs disappearing and when they were tracked down...eventually, they were found dead and dismembered. Naturally this raised a lot of questions and cause for concern since none of the wolves would have gone near a Hunter. That meant it was either some random human or one of their own. Most of the dead wolves had been dead too long to get a good trace on the killer. The most recent one however was still fresh and it was discovered that it was another wolf. That made packs very cautious of one another as thorough inspections began happening through the packs. Checking each member for traces of blood scents on them. No one was guilty. Alex had been on the phone for the last three days with all of the other Alphas in the area getting information from them as well as revealing that no one in his pack was the killer either. This meant that they had a rogue wolf to deal with. The night of the bar Alex was sitting in the limo out front and speaking with one of the other Alpha's on the Eastern side of the city. They'd caught the scent of a wolf who stank of blood. She'd entered his club about an hour ago and was currently speaking to one of his soldiers. Thanking the male he told him that he'd handle it as it was in his bar. If she tried to run, then she was fair game to the other packs in the area. Naturally this had a lot of people all standing outside, their Alpha's with them as they were waiting to see if the female would try and leave the bar. If she did, she was fresh meat waiting to be ripped into by a good number of wolves. Wolves who were born with their abilities, learned how to weed through the scents in their area and focus on certain ones. As he stepped out of the limo into the cool night air, he'd instantly caught the scent of fear, death and torture in the air. All of these scents were resonating from one individual. Looking at his black leather boots as he stood on the smooth pavement he sighed a bit. Walking past the string of people he pushed the door open and the wolves in the bar all went still. They kept their eyes cast down and as the music stopped the sea of people all moved as Alex had a clear line of sight to the female at the bar. The soldier there stood up and moved into the crowd to get out of the way. Alex simply stood there in a thin v-necked white Affliction t-shirt and a pair of light blue faded jeans. Thick arms were resting to his sides as he focused a pair of crystal blue eyes on the female. Well I'll be damned. The hunter from the farm. Apparently honoring her Hunter code was second on the list of things to do. That explained why she stank of blood. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that her cover was blown as all eyes were on her and she was vastly out gunned here. Should she fight, she'd end up being a red stain on the floor before she got two feet closer to him. Crossing those thick arms over his chest Alex shook his head. Fun fact about Wolves. We can smell our own on you. Just cause you washed the blood off, doesn't mean it's gone. So. You have two choices. Die here, or step outside and face the justice of the six other packs waiting for you. He said as he looked at her and watched how she'd respond. Unfortunately, she was one of theirs and while she'd committed some serious crimes, if she chose sanctuary in his pack, he was forced to give it to her till she made another mistake.