Hunting Her

The same year that the plague was sweeping through humanity a hybrid disease was decimating even us, immortal as we were. Wolves in packs were quickly contaminated and died. Passing the disease amongst themselves within days.

We had no choice but to scatter until the spread had stopped.

But women and children refused to separate or could not survive on their own. Meaning that most of our females had passed.

One fierce Alpha, Edrick had waited until he saw that wolves were no longer dying, and he’d gone in search of the strongest, fiercest of the roamers to form a pack.

But we had to be healthy.

And have something to offer his pack.

Thusly, only prime hunters, the fastest, fiercest or those with special skills were permitted to join us.

That was how I came to be part of the pack. There were few wolves capable of magic and even fewer trained as mages by the Mages Guild.

I was rare.

They called me Magus.

Which was simply another name for a Mage. But I liked being identified for what I wa