Waking up hours later with his face half buried in half rotten leaves Kyle sits up his head pounding and looks straight in to the face of a gray furred were-wolf, looking around he could see other wolves with the two largest sitting on a tree trunk opposite him, and a group of slightly smaller wolves sat to one side, to Kyles still spinning head it looked almost like a courtroom.
‘Human, you have unleashed a plague on this earth the likes of which has never been seen before, before long the damage caused by your actions will be irreparable’ the largest werewolf, obviously the alpha male growled.
‘Listen if you just let me explain why I turned Jen in to a dark wolf…’
A familiar laugh erupts one of the smaller wolves ‘you still think that the dark pack is the problem? How naïve, there simply inexpert copies of true werewolves, it’s the one you let escape that’s the problem, those so-called ‘wolves of the light’ there mere existence threatens the survival of our true pack…’
Kyle turns in amazement ‘Andrew is that you?’