Alpha Meera and the Peasant King

"Take down any creeping thing you find in this wood, tear apart this forest and be sure that non escapes!" Cried Heather riding on a horse as fearsome as the rider. His horse was black as night and in his arms was a sophisticated and customized crossbow, a very dangerous equipment used in hunting werewolves. "Diabolos, fall to my left wing, take with you Zane, Benjamin and Lucas. I'd be with Adney and Bale." "Understood." Diabolos nods, changing his direction and heading Eastward inside the forest. Aside Heather, Diabolos was the best tracker and hunter in the team. Lucas and Zane only joined the team few weeks back. Seven deadly hunters, armed to the teeth with silver daggers, crossbows and short guns raced against a teenage wolf in the woods of an old town near London, called Dale. The moon stood radiantly, and steadfastly watched with great interest, the aggressive chase. Damion in his youthful strength, raced, panting and snarling as he pierced deeper and deeper into a forest he wouldn't dare tread on, on a normal night, being fully aware of the diabolical history it holds. Nonetheless, with pressure and threat to life, just about any rule or policy could change in a flash. Damion ran desperately in his full wolf form, not daring to look back. Heather team and Diabolos' intertwine down the road in the forest, where two crossroads met. There was a river running east at the end of the forest, which meant it was a dead end to creatures that couldn't swim. Damion shifts back to his human form and considered the prospects of playing an old trick to the seven deadly hunters. As their Chariots drew nearer and nearer, Damion could feel the ground vibrate under the heavy and desperate feet of the horses advancing. Damion looks up to the sky, drained of energy and ideas. "My time has come," he smiled in an enigmatic way. Waiting for Heather and the fearless seven to find him_On the cliff just above the waters. "What do you think your doing! Do you want to die?" Oliver asked, astonished by the irrational idea of waiting to killed when there was a chance to live. "There's a small cave down here, " he gestured to the cliff right side. " we could use it for undercover till they are gone" Oliver whispered, leading Damion to an underground cave just underneath the cliff where he came from. "There they are!" Diabolos cried. Heather turns around and orders. The men get off from their horses and engaged the two wolves in a fiery and unequal fight. The two wolf's shift from human form to their wolf form. Damion snarls and crouches. He springs himself vehemently against Heather, but that was a poor decision. Heather was as deadly as his name sounded and his horse looked. Swiftly, Heather takes out his axe and swings it coercively against the springing wolf. Damion got bruised on his face, but that was only the first blow in the battle. Oliver fiercely advanced towards Diabolos, he was fast and impressive, Damion noticed and wished he was fast and experienced too, but he was an Omega and Oliver was a Beta. "Arrrrhhh," Diabolos yelled from the pain inflicted by the lash from Oliver's claws. Heather draws out his cross bow, he fires several shots at Oliver but a good number wasn't on target. Although two arrows pierced Oliver. "Come on Damion it's our only chance." Oliver cried. Bale, Adney and the rest of the hunters were backing out of the fight. "You cowards, you don't deserve the title fearless seven. What are you waiting for? Use your weapons!" Heather yelled. Bale makes his first move. He thrusts a modern spear made of silver metal, towards Damion. Damion snarls and crouches and dives away, just in time to escape the deadly missile. The spear pierced deep on the ground. "It's no use, they have outnumbered us." Oliver yelled Two hunters_ Benjamin and Lucas attend to Diabolos injury. He shoved them away but they wouldn't listen. He is bandaged given water. "Lucas," Heather yelled. "Be sure to keep watch over Diabolos, the rest of you, get on your stallions, they are getting away already." "Come on guys" Lucas entreated. Damion and Oliver ran as fast as they could to Evade this ordeal. Although the silver arrows Heather shot at Oliver were still inside his body_ the head stuck inside his wolf body and the base of the arrow bulged out. Oliver and Damion kept running, fully aware that they were out numbered and wounded too. Oliver looks far ahead and he recognized a small cave. They made a U_turn as swiftly as they could , and hid themselves inside the cave. "Finally a safe haven," Damion sighed. "Let me see that" Damion gestured to the protruding arrow base at the left side of Oliver's body. "I two shots" Oliver said, but I managed to rid one of the arrows off as we ran along, I wonder how they found out about this forest. " Oliver groaned as he transformed back to his human form. I wasn't willing to to shift back to my human form as soon, because I wanted to be more alert ad ready to fight Incase there was an eventually outbreak. "Ohh, where are my manners? "Am Damion, from Oxford you?" "Cool, am in pains from hunters attack." He retorted. "Geez, how could I have forgotten so early that you are wounded." Let's get you to safety, Damion said. "And how do you plan on doing that? Getting us killed completely?" Oliver asked bleakly. "I'm going to try and sneak out of this cave stealthily and fetch you some herbs, I know a few medicinal herbs, am sure would be growing somewhere around this forest." Damion said. "Okay fine, just don't get us both killed." He feigned a little smile. I couldn't perceive or sense any human or hunters around, but I knew hunters could be anywhere anytime. "Curse those two f*******n ravenous beasts. I had them at arm's length! now they have disappeared into thin air. Because of your cowardliness. Lucas, Benjamin and Zane, you won't be given weapons, when next we go hunting. You don't deserve them, you had a short g*n and a dagger and you did nothing back in the woods. Are you protecting those demonic salvages!" Heather cried with rage. "We would stay low for the time being," Heather said to the group of hunters. They dropped their crossbows and short guns in a big black bag. Heather zips it up and drops it in the trunk of the car. A few minutes later, the hunters rode away in their stallions, unarmed. Heather is hesitates to leave for a while. He listened gravely to the faint howling sounds, emitted from the forest. Heather the fearless jerked, fully alert at the sound of a surviving wolf. "I'd see to it, that I put an arrow through your skull when next I visit. Mother fuckers" he said in a bloated voice. Heather contemplated changing plans and going after the wolves again, but he would be risking his life if they were more than two wolves out there. Maybe the remaining pack of wolves in London was waiting. Reluctantly, Heather lowered his body and slide into the car. Speeding away in disgust.