The Lone Wolf

    The air was heavy and muggy. A storm is coming and it's not going to pass quickly. This is going to be one of those hot summer nights when it rains so hard that you will wonder if it's ever going to stop, rivers will overflow overnight and the whole ground will move as you walk as if it was alive and breathing.      "I lost his scent," Kane growled, "my father will have my head for this."     "Relax, we can still catch up, we were right on his tale," Chase reassured.     They were chasing this rogue since last night. It was getting dark soon and they needed to move fast if they wanted to catch him for interrogation.      "I'm tired," whined Dora, "and it's going to rain soon, I can feel it in my bones." she continued, "can't we just tell daddy that he escaped? He probably just didn't know that he breached our territory."     Kane didn't even acknowledge her words, it was easy for her to speak, when she doesn't have to worry about the safety of the pack. She's too naive to think that anything could actually be a serious danger to them. After all, who would be stupid enough to attack the strongest pack in the whole Americas. But Kane knew better. It was no mere accident and if he was going to take over as the alpha soon, he didn't have the luxury of letting the rogue get away, especially not after he managed to slip through three guarding posts. There was absolutely nothing coincidental about this.       Suddenly his head jerked towards the East as his nose was filled with the scent of blood mixed with something strange, something he couldn't quite make out. The scent was pleasant, sweet, relaxing but at the same time exciting.     "This way," he pointed, "I smell blood."     The trio morphed into their wolf forms and started in the direction of the smell. The whole forest was quiet, as if the death itself had just passed through. Twigs snapping under their powerful paws, dirt flying as their nails were clawing at the ground, their pace quickened and they were in full gallop, just before being stopped dead in their tracks by a towering stone wall atop of which stood a great white wolf, second in size only to Kane's. Blood was dripping from its mouth and onto its neck coloring it dark red and sticking it together. Eyes as blue as the lakes of Alaska slowly turned gazing at all of them one by one, when they stopped at Kane.      "MATE," Kane's wolf howled in ecstasy.     The lone wolf growled, somewhat in disgust, spit something out of its mouth and kicked it tumbling down the stone wall. As it fell to their feet, they realized that it was the head of the rogue they were chasing, cut clean from his body, with one bite. When Kane raised his eyes the white she-wolf was gone and so was her scent.