Hunter and hunted

My party

After I finish eating I head out to the training circle, as I get closer I see everyone with their backs to me and something feels off about all of this. It then hits me, from behind I am tackled to the ground and I hear "DOG PILE!!!" "Oh Goddess" I think to myself, every year since I was fourteen on my birthday all the worriors would dog pile me because they all know I hate being touched.

This yeah Zachary, and Reggie decided to join in what they all say is "fun". I hear someone tell "NOW REMEMBER WHEN WE ALL GET OFF OF HER RUN" I think to myself "yeah you guys better run, I'm kicking all of your assess!" I hear a laugh and I already know Jade thinks this is hilarious "pipe down Jade I'd kick your ass too if I could" Jade continues to laugh.

The last three trainees get off of me and run as fast as they can but they are no match for me, I catch them in seconds, one by one I catch each of them, the last ones I am able to get is the trainer Markus and throw him to the ground and he is laughing is ass off, the only one I cannot find is Zachary so into the forest I go.

We live on three hundred acers so there are plenty of places for him to hide, but as I go deeper into the forest something feels off about it. I run for about five minutes and see Zachary on the ground passed out. I rush to his side and he has something stuck in his neck.

I mind link the rest of my pack telling them what I have found and everything goes black. What feels like minutes comes to be has been hours, I'm in a dark room and I am in pain, alot of pain. I try to see where I am but the only light I see is coming from the outside, "a window" I think to myself, but there's no answer from Jade.

I look around the room I am in and I see Zachary slumped over in a chair still passed out. There is a door and from what I can tell from the pain I am tied to a chair with silver chains and so is Zachary. We aren't in a large room but it looks to be able to house at least half of our pack.

I hear a lock click and put my head down like I am still knocked out, and then I smell it. patchouli and chocolate, usually that combination would gross anyone out but for some reason this smell is so intoxicating I can't help but sniff the air deeply.

"Ah so you are awake" this deep, rough voice says, trying to keep the fasod up he says " I wonder if you need another dose of wolfs bane" and he sticks me with a needle. Injecting one of the most painful things a wolf could have introduced into their system other than pure silver, I scream in pain, wishing to tear my skin off, wishing to rip his throat out.

The smell isn't as strong when he is next to me but when the pain subsides I lift my head. Before me is a man around 50 years of age, six footish and looking angry. "Why did I smell patchouli and chocolate so strongly when the door opened but not now?" I think to myself, and then it hits me, it's not him.

"Mate"