The Hunt

“The Hunt-an annual sport which occurs once every year on a full moon. The rule of the Hunt relates to the hunting of werewolves. Hunters are to hunt down and kill the pack and alpha werewolf before the full moon ends. However, no one not even the greatest hunters have killed such an alpha as the one they call Scarface.”

 Another year and the Hunt continues. I am the last werewolf alive, engaged in the annual blood sport which would be my end. They call me by the name Scarface. The name came from a hunter who I had flayed while trying to escape my sharpened claws. He pulled out a knife in an attempt to pierce my heart. Instead he missed his mark and cut my right eye. Now, the scar remains on my eye never to heal. Preferably I kept the scar as a symbol of the name Scarface. A symbol that brings fear to those who killed my kind. The Hunt; knowing that they may try and kill me, every year on the annual Hunt I love to play a little sport of my own. The hunter become the hunted.

 From within the region of the mountains I reside, the humans had their celebration starting with food and music. The worst of it was the skulls of other werewolves, full bodies stuffed and put on display. The humans would like to take their kills and make trophies of them. How it angered me to see my brothers, sisters, families, and distant cousins turned into game to be hunted down for sport. For hundreds of years the Hunt has went on and not a single one of them tried to kill me. This year, I would start my own hunt with my new pack.

 My pack consisted of four members and I Scarface; the alpha. There was Caleb; he was beta, Accalia; she was delta, Donna; she was the hunter, and Convel; he was omega. They are dead now. Hunted down and killed during the last Hunt. The last one to live was Accalia, but she disappeared. The number of hunters this time was a five man. What they didn’t know that this time the alpha was not alone. Now they have to kill all the members of the pack before they can get to me. This time, we will be the ones to best the humans. We will hunt them all down or we will end up like the others.

 The men had began to venture with our territory. It was time to start the Hunt. Like any other pack the alpha is always first. Since I was alone, there was no one for me to give orders. The hunters were acquainted by their leader; a human known only as Gabe. He was the one that gave me the scar on my eye. He was the one that killed more werewolves than any other hunter I’ve seen. Hunting him would make a great kill. This had to be done not for my survival but the survival of my distant brethren and sisters.

 The hunters set up a small camp at the center region of my territory. A foolish move, easy for me to hunt them all one by one and make my kill. This Gabe human had ordered his four hunters to split up and search for me. It was time to make the first kill. The youngest hunter who held his rifle should have stayed with an older hunter; for he was only a young man of 21 years. I began to slowly on all fours following behind him. When he turned around he had failed to pull his gun and I leaped towards him. Clawing, biting, I did not let easy on this young hunter. He tries screaming for help but my claws at his throat prevents him from screaming for he could do was gargle his own blood. With his blood now seeping through my teeth, my claws tainted in his blood, the hunter was dead. Four more now walk my territory but my main hunt was the human Gabe.

 Two Hunters, now together for survival. Dissatisfying however, for I love the thrill of a true hunt. The scent of their fear makes hunting them much more satisfying. Though at least the quicker it is to kill the faster it would be for me to find Gabe. One hunter had a rifle and the other carried a shotgun. With a suddening snap of a stick the hunters turned around with their guns ready. The hunter with the rifle looked to his left only to see me charge at him. His face now slashed, covered in blood screams in agony. I leaped from behind him tearing at his back. He died from the wounds I had inflicted on too him. The third hunter fired his shotgun at close range but my speed proved out matching to him. Then, I leaped towards him and began to bite at his neck. Now with his blood spilled, I had only one more hunter then Gabe.

 The last hunter I’ve heard was a well experienced hunter. But he was not as good as Gabe was. The hunter was moving slowly with his rifle up and ready. His finger had been on the trigger and will not hesitate to move his finger or pull the trigger. The hunter looked every corner of my territory, his fear remained well hidden making him a challenge to find. I would have to make him come to me. The full moon still stood and the Hunt was still on. The hunter stopped and knelt down to find claw marks leading towards the south. He began to follow the trail and got lost surrounded by giant trees. Leaves fell right in front of his peripheral vision. The hunter looks up and braced for my drop from the trees. I lashed my claws out at him tearing him apart. Four had fallen now there was one more, Gabe. He is a special game for me. When I got to his small camp I notice him setting up a trap. Gabe had apparently set up bait to draw me out. It was Accalia. She was alive but captured. If I don’t reveal myself she would fall victim to the Hunt and turn into a trophy. We were the last werewolves of the region. Now it was a fight for our true survival.

 Gabe had been sitting there, waiting for me. He stared at Accalia and realised that this years Hunt was the worst he’s had. Gabe had felt his reputation had been tarnished and now must wait another year for the Hunt again. However, Gabe was not going home empty handed. He pulls out a knife big enough to remove her head. I was not going to let her die. She was the one for me. She cares for me deeply and she knows I care deeply for her. I will give Gave a Hunt he will never forget.


 Before Gabe’s blade had reached Accalia’s neck, I let a long and very powerful howl under the full moon. Gabe felt satisfied at my appearance. I was his trophy and he was mine. Gabe was going to kill me with his blade. Even he knew a true hunter would never rely on a gun to kill on a hunt. I took my stance on all fours, holding back I allowed Gabe to strike first. If I fall then Accalia will die, then there will be no more werewolves in the region. Gabe then began to charge at me with his blade and as he got close I pounced. It was a fight to the death. With every slash Gabe had missed his marks. However, his next slash had made it’s mark. A small cut on my arms wasn’t enough to kill me. However he had planned one more surprise for me. As I stepped back I felt a sharp iron pain around my ankle. A iron apparatus used for bears was enough to hold me in place. I try to escape but the trap was made especially for werewolves such as I. Gabe may get his chance at killing me and diminishing the werewolves. I closed my eyes and embraced death.

 My eyes had been closed for only two seconds and I slowly opened my eyes to find myself unscathed. Gabe, had fallen victim to Accalia. Accalia had lashed her claws at his chest and Gabe fell to his back from the force of Accalia’s strength. Accalia finished Gabe clawing at his body. My delta has saved her alpha. She releases me from my apparatus and we were finally together again. Accalia could not live without me. She’d rather choose to die if I were to die in any way. I try to speak but Accalia shushes me and tells me to lie back. Accalia and I had embraced. Accalia was my new mate and her and I would make a new pack. We would grow to take part of the Hunt. Where men hunted werewolves, we hunted man. This was our fight for survival and we would thrive as the dominance.