• The Gaians didn't know what to do, that howl scared them to the very core of their inner beings. They didn’t know what to do, the werewolf could be anywhere. Soon panic flowed through their bodies, terror in their eyes as shouts echo through the streets as they ramble about trying to find safety.

    Aric walked stealthy in the alleyways, her claws making light clicks on the ground. She was here to kill some people, those that have killed a fellow pack werewolf, one of her own.

    The air reeked now of rotting food, dead rats and garbage. This made her cover her nose for a second recalling the time she spent days in the sewers looking for a vampire lord who gone into hiding.

    After shaking off the nasty urge to snort she continued to look around, her vision picking up every movement. When a back door opened she would leap onto the building and dig her claws into the stone hanging there till the person went back in. She knew who she was looking for.

    Silver Blades.

    Their scent is always the same, that of metal and oils.

    Aric looked around again before ducking behind a dumpster and left out a small yelp. Her friend, a few werewolf, was supposed to have been here by now and she hoped he heard her.

    Ears perked she picked up a sound from above, an arrow being loaded into a crossbow. Instinct took over and she leapt to the side avoiding being hit and snarled loudly at her attacker.

    “You missed!” A man shouted from above. “Take her down!”

    The man with the crossbow hurries to load another round and soon panics as Aric began to climb up toward him. The other man aims a revolver fire a few shots hitting Aric’s armor dealing hardly any damage to her body inside and they say werewolves don’t wear armor, this is the reason why there were armor!

    Aric reached the top and grabs hold of the crossbow man, his neck was crushed by her powerful grip and he was used as a shield against the other man’s bullets.

    Another howl is heard perking Aric’s spirits, it was Saga.

    Another werewolf appears on the roof behind the man with the gun, his dark red fur shined in the moonlight. He grabs the man and the gun, he threw the man over the building and crushed the gun in his strong hands.

    “Sorry I’m late.” He said with a slight bow while swaying his short tail.

    Aric tosses the dead man over the building as well.

    “Better than never.” She said calmly. “Silver Blades are somewhere in Barton.” She said checking her armor.

    “Yeah, I smelled them on the way in. They smell like they make a good meal.” Saga said crouching down gazing into the streets.

    Aric dug out the bullets and looked at them, they were silver.

    “You better be careful Saga. They are finally using silver bullets.” She said dropping a few of the bullets but one.

    She rolled the bullet over her clawed fingers making Saga watch before chuckling.

    “Wish I was immune.” He said jumping down.

    “You will be when you get older.” Aric said following him.

    So their hunt begins....