'WILD WOLF PACK KILLS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL PRINCIPAL' That was the headline that was all over the news, nationally and internationally, doctored footage of the girls charging into the school to make them look more like real wolves on poorly caught CCTV footage replayed over and over again on practically every news station. School had been cancelled for the rest of the week for both the Junior High and Elementary schools, and the pack did everything they could to keep a low profile just incase the rest of the enemy pack was looking to retaliate.
For Shannon that meant nightly journeys to the pond, she would just sit there, looking at her wolf vintage in the water, in her mouth she could still taste his blood, his flesh, his entrails. She could feel the joy of the kill, she could hear the sound of his beating heart as it stopped. Killing a deer was one thing, she hunted and killed to provide food for her pack, they mourned the life of the animal and they fed on it, it was the circle of life as the song went. Killing a human being, even if he was threatening the life of her beta, part of her, the human part, felt terrible about it. She wanted to bury her snout into the muddy bank of the lake and dig, dig all the way to the Earth's core, she wanted to eat mud until she vomited every ounce of what was left of the principal out of her system. She wanted...
Her thoughts broke and her ears swiveled as she heard a twig snap, she kept her body low to the ground, pressing her small furry breasts into the mud, her butt up and ready to pounce if it was some kind of predator or hunter. "H-Hey Boy.." A figure emerged from the shadows, the moment his scent wafted to her nose she knew who it was, it was the boy from before, from P.E. with the basketball. "Dont worry boy I am not going to hurt you, are you lost?" He asked, stepping closer.
Shannon cocked her head for a moment before lowering her butt down, she just needed to keep her body close to the ground, she may be a werewolf but she was still a cub, and her small frame she could probably fool him to thinking she was just a dog. "I don't see a collar.." He reached down and scratched behind her ears. For a moment Shannon was in bliss, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue dipped from her mouth, she didn't care if he called her a boy, just keep rubbing at that spot. "My name is Noah."
"I don't really want to be out here, but Dad and the others say we have to hunt down a pack of wolves." Noah continued to pet her, as Shannon's blood ran cold and every inch of her body froze up. Sensing her tensing up Noah jerked his hands away as Shannon did her best to keep crouched down on all fours and backed away slowly. The forest was no longer safe, she needed to get back to her cell phone and warn the rest of the pack in the chat room they had set up. In the distance she could hear the approaching sounds of the other hunters, none of them were being that stealthy, but they probably carried guns.
"Wolves don't run on two legs, Wolves don't run on two legs." Shannon whispered to herself over and over again as she took off off along the lake bed, heading in the opposite direction of the hunters.
"Hey boy! Don't run off! It's dangerous!" Noah called out in the top of his lungs as Shannon reached the treeline.
She turned back for a moment, giving him a very human like nod of understanding before bounding off again on all fours again, leaving behind a very stunned pre teen boy.