Chapter 3

The howls coming from the wolves of Dark Moon Pack continued to echo around the vicinity where the Pack was located which included the very forest where Thyra and her family ventured into in hopes of catching sight of some of the werewolves before the full moon and also to see how they shift to their wolf forms.

Thyra who had gone off towards the cliff was excited when she heard the howls, making her quicken her pace. Once she was on the cliff, she could see the city where Dark Moon Pack had bought as their own. The City of Wolflinia.

The howlings stopped for a brief moment and everywhere became eerily quiet except for a few people who walked around the empty streets indicating that the werewolves had gone to prepare for their transformation which could be happening any moment from now as the moon that was still small earlier was slowly showing its full face and shape albeit the gloomy clouds hovered over the people. The snow that was still falling gentle drops now painted everywhere white with its white and cold flakes.

Thyra took a few pictures of the street as there was no wolf in sight, enjoying the tranquility that enveloped everywhere as she enjoyed every bit of what she was seeing unbeknownst to her that the peaceful environment she and her family and other humans had ventured into was soon going to be a bloodied danger zone.

Seconds ticked into minutes as the dark clouds began to clear the path for the rising moon to come out. The sound of a loud bell rang in the distance signifying that the time was sharp midnight. And just as the bell rang and the moon touched the grounds of the country, the howls coming from werewolves began to echo and reverberate around the city, and soon, the owners of the land started to emerge from their houses, their eyes a light tint of golden, looking almost yellow.

These were the lower-ranked werewolves. Thyra noted. She had researched werewolves to know that they had different eye colors. The Alpha of any Pack usually has red eyes while the Betas are usually endowed with deep shades of golden eyes.

Thyra watched with fascination in her eyes as one of them started to shift. It was a man who was joined by two other men, and then, they swiftly went on all fours with their sharp long nails elongating as their furs slowly appeared before it covered every part of their skin. Their furs were a deep shade of brown and their fore and hind legs were covered with black furs representing the name of their pack and their primal dark nature. The werewolves let out a loud howl and Thyra watched as they moved around with their fangs at full display.

Just as Thyra was watching the werewolves, she caught sight of the cars that sped into the city, and alighting from them were men clad in their black suits. From where she stood, she could see their broad shoulders and the expanse of their chests, their clothes almost looking as if they would tear because of their well-built body.

She had always known werewolves to be very masculine and muscular in all the right places, but these men were even more muscular in physique. Another feature she admired about them, was their sharp and handsome faces. This was enough reason for her to spend all day watching them. 

Still admiring the handsome features of the men, two other cars pulled near the other cars. Alighting from them were two men even more handsome than werewolves she had ever set her eyes on. 

She noted how these two men looked like gods walking out of a fantasy world, but more precisely, the man who walked in front. His features were even more sharp with his well-chiseled face. His ink-black hair cascaded down his shoulders. He was a beauty to behold. Truly this man has surpassed all werewolves she had seen before.

Could he be their Alpha? Thyra wondered as she exhaled while her eyes continued to stay glued on the man. Immediately the men in black suits saw him approach, they all bowed their heads respectfully at him as they chorused a greeting that she couldn't hear, "Good evening, Alpha Ryker." 

Alpha Ryker smirked and turned to question the Z clan men, "There's no good in the evening, though it would be in the coming hours when I shall paint the streets red."

"What is the progress, Beta Alvan?" Alpha Ryker turned his head to the side, enough to look at Beta Alvan who had followed Alpha Ryker after calling the Z clan.

Alvan inclined his head to the side as a bow and answered, "My Alpha, there are some wolves who have turned and have already started to hunt. What shall I do about them?"

"Kill them," Came the immediate reply of Alpha Ryker. He added in a hard tone, "They should know better than hunt before their Alpha."

"Yes, My Alpha," Beta Alvan obliged. He turned to the Z clan and waved his hand for them to go ahead and carry out the order of their Alpha. He didn't want to imagine what more was going to happen tonight.

The werewolves who had turned on the first appearance of the moon were the low-ranked members also known as the floor members whose wolf's were weak and were bound to change on the first appearance of the moon. High-ranked werewolves had greater control over their wolves to be able to control their turning on the first appearance of the moon, unless it was a full moon where they would have no choice but to succumb to their primal instincts.

Without wasting a second, five men from the Z clan stepped forward, brandishing their guns as they pointed them at the werewolves who had shifted and were out to hunt as they scattered around the vicinity. This confused Thyra who had been watching their every move and was also taking pictures of everything.

Not a moment later, gunshots resounded around the place as all the werewolves who are ten in total fell limp to the ground, the bullets killing them instantly as it was no ordinary bullet but a bullet created with mistletoe, a deadly poison that weakened and seized the muscles of werewolves immediately they are shot before killing them. Because of the bullet's fast effect on werewolves, they were rare to be found and could only be used on the order of the Alpha of the Pack.

"Oh my goodness!" Thyra muffled a scream, knowing fully well that werewolves had sharp hearing ability. She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body.

Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle.

One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker."

On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his first kill that night.