Hunted

Megan is part of The Pack. Not just a pack, The Pack. The Pack are the most feared werewolf pack around. They have the best hunters, protectors and alpha in the world but if you slip up, even a tiny bit, you are out.

The Pack have the nicest territory, the best meat and the most dangerous werewolfs around and they've never been challenged for their title, not until now.

What Megan didn't realise was how close to home the threat would come from...

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1. The pack

I woke up in a cold sweat. I'd had the same nightmare continuously for weeks. In the dream a big black wolf was chasing me, hunting me down and at the very end he will always deliver the same throat ripping bite to my neck. It terrified me.

I checked my alarm. 8am Saturday morning. Snap. I was late for the meeting. I jumped out of bed not bothering to change out of my pyjamas. I wouldn't need them anyway if I shifted. I tiptoed quickly down the stairs after checking my siblings' bedrooms. They had already left. I ran out of the front door, being careful to shut it quietly behind me for I didn't want to wake up my parents, then sprinted at full speed towards the woods.

Just as I crossed the borderline of trees I shifted. I was use to the feeling of my body being turned inside out and the way I couldn't breath for a few seconds but as quickly as the horrible feeling came it had gone. I now ran as a small, lean shaped, chocolate brown coloured wolf. I estimated I would arrive at the small clearing where the meeting was taking place in about five minutes. I wondered why Bruce, Steven or Amelia had not bothered to wake me. They had obviously left together. They had done it before. I was going to have to ask them about it later.

A few minutes later I arrived in the clearing. Just in time for the meeting. The rest of the pack were already here. Bruce, Steven and Amelia stood together with Jane at the other side of the clearing, while Zoe and Tiger stood on the side closest to me. I joined Zoe and Tiger shooting a glare in the others' direction on my way. A huge rock separated the two sides and the two groups in the pack. The two alphas would always stand on the top of this rock signifying the power they had over the pack.

Zoe, Tiger and I were the three Hunters. We were out almost everyday hunting for most of the day whilst Amelia, Bruce, Jane and Steven were the four Protectors. They basically sat around on their butts all day doing nothing but Protectors are supposed to keep lookout for any dangers or threats. Not that we had any, in fact we were the ones everybody feared. Why? Because we were the most dangerous and successful werewolf pack in the world. We are descended from the first and most powerful werewolves to ever roam this planet. We are The Pack.
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