Wanted Wolf

It was night in the woods, giving it an eerie and mysterious aura. The darkness shrouded the trees, casting long, ominous shadows that seem to stretch out and swallow everything in their path. The only light came from the pale moon, its gentle glow barely illuminating the forest floor.

The momentary silence was almost deafening. The rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs underfoot different creatures trying to hide their presence are the only sounds to break the stillness.

A lone grey werewolf stood on its four legs atop a rock scanning the area sniffing the scent and twitching its ears for any signs of its target; a newly transformed black werewolf.

Derek Hale decided to get the young newly converted werewolf and put him under his wing to train him as tradition entailed. He was a pureblood werewolf; his family were all werewolves, a trait passed down from thousand generations before him. A new member who wasn't a pureblood was to be taken under one of the pure-blooded members of the pack to be trained and undergo sessions of werewolf lessons. It was safe to say it was the practical aspect of Stiles' 'Guide to Being a Werewolf'.

His ears twitched as it picked up some movement, his nose picking a faint scent that was unique to all werewolves to his far south.

'That's behind me and I was just coming from there' he thought.

***

Alisson was currently in the woods after following a few clues Scott dropped; his shin guards, socks, cleats and even his jersey that smelt of him, after getting acquainted with his cologne through their few interactions. What kept her bewildered was what Scott was in right now to have all his sports clothings all scattered around like this.

Stiles would try to join her later as his dad called for him to go celebrate at his favourite restaurant, hp-Donalds after the hard-fought victory. He wasn't certain he could, but he would try as it would be quite late by the time he was done, so here she was.

As she made her way through the woods, the silence was almost deafening. It felt as though she were the only creature in the woods, completely isolated and alone.

But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she began to notice movement in the shadows. The rustling of leaves was joined by the whispering of creatures lurking just out of sight. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, mixed with the scent of pine and other woods.

As she continued deeper into the woods, the trees seem to grow taller and closer together, forming a canopy overhead that blocked out even more of the moon's light. It's as though the forest was closing in around her, trying to swallow her up.

Despite the sense of foreboding that hung in the air, there was also a sense of awe and wonder.

"The woods at night was a place of mystery and beauty, where the natural world comes alive in ways that are rarely seen by human eyes.", she uttered her thoughts outwardly. She could see a clearing up ahead, what looked like a storage unit and pieces of clothing in shreds

As she approached the site, a low growl caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She knew that growl was not a normal animal. It sounded almost...human-beastly.

She turned off her flashlight and tried to listen for any movement in the darkness. But all she could hear was her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Suddenly, she felt a hot breath on her neck, and turning around she saw nothing. Remembering the flashlight in her hands, she fumbled for it and turned it on, the light landed on a black furry mass. She traced it up and the sight before her made her shudder in fear and dread

A black werewolf loomed before her, its massive frame standing and towering over her small form. Its fur was jet black, gleaming in the moonlight like obsidian, shimmering in the moonlight. Every inch of its body seemed to ripple with power and strength, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for the creature before her.

Its fur was like midnight velvet, soft to the touch yet seemingly impenetrable. It had a regal air about it as if it knew just how powerful and majestic it was. It's broad shoulders and muscular frame suggested that it was not to be trifled with, but its posture was relaxed and confident, as though it had nothing to prove.

Its piercing yellow eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

The creature's muscles bulged beneath its fur, evidence of its incredible strength. Its teeth were bared in a snarl, razor-sharp fangs glinting in the darkness. She could see droplets of saliva dripping from its mouth, evidence of its hunger and primal instincts.

The creature circled her, slowly, deliberately, as if studying her. Alisson could feel her heart racing and beating against her ribs wanting to escape, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

As the creature moved, its fur rustled like that of leaves rustling in the wind, and its claws scraped against the ground, creating an eerie sound that echoed through the night. It continued to circle her, still slowly and deliberately, as if sizing her up, and she could still feel its hot breath on her skin.

Despite its fearsome appearance, there was a certain grace to the way the creature moved, a fluidity that suggested it felt at home in the wilderness. Its movements were calculated and precise, every muscle working in perfect harmony to achieve its goals.

As she unconsciously approached the werewolf, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear mingled with curiosity. It was an almost paradoxical feeling as if she was drawn to the creature despite the danger it posed. Its piercing gaze seemed to bore into her very soul as if it could read her thoughts and emotions with ease.

Despite its fearsome appearance, there was a sense of beauty and grace about the werewolf that she couldn't deny. Its movements were fluid and graceful, each step taken with a measured confidence that spoke of its immense strength and power. It was a creature of the night, wild and untamed, yet it possessed a certain elegance that was hard to ignore.

As the werewolf turned to leave, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and confusion as she read that it was one of the most vicious mythical creatures, making her wonder why it hadn't attacked her.

The black werewolf was gone, vanishing into the shadows as if it had never been there at all. All that remained was the lingering scent of its musk, a reminder of the wild, untamed power that had been so close to her.

Still in shock and awe at the sight she just witnessed, a grey phantom zoomed past her, heading in the direction the former werewolf seemed to have disappeared to, with snarls and growls echoing from the darkness.

'Another werewolf ?'she asked herself in confusion

***

The grey werewolf's eyes blazed with an intensity that matched the ferocity of its snarling jaws. Its sharp claws dug deep into the soft earth beneath its paws as it gave chase to the sleek, black werewolf that darted ahead of it.

The black werewolf was fast, its lithe body weaving in and out of the trees as it tried to outpace its pursuer. Its fur glistened in the moonlight, like oil on water, as it effortlessly navigated the forest floor.

The chase was a dance of predator and prey, a deadly game of cat and mouse that could only have one victor. The grey werewolf's determination was matched only by the black werewolf's stunts, and the two creatures seemed to be evenly matched.

Their snarls and growls echoed through the forest, filling the air with a deafening chorus of primal fury. It was as if the very earth trembled beneath their feet, unable to contain the raw power of the two werewolves in their pursuit.

As the grey werewolf closed in on its prey, the black werewolf seemed to sense its imminent capture. With a sudden burst of speed, it darted off the path and into the trees, the grey werewolf right behind it.