The Ganeswolf

A witchs tale: on the hunt

Salinas pov:

We have been traveling for nearly a week and I am ready for this trip to be over. I know that I am merely excited to see my grand daughter. I cant help but wander what she is like. I hope that she favors my son. My heart is alive again just knowing that there is a part of my son out there. These old bones havent felt this alive in years. Not since the death of my son. 

Part of me is still leery. I don't know how she has been raised. I hope that she will at least meet me. My heart would break all over again if she rejected me.

The wood trails are getting thicker so I know we are getting closer. 

Sengerys Pov:

We are nearing the Coldmoon Packs territory. The last few miles the ride has been quiet. The excitement Salina's aura is radiating to me lets me know that she is just as heavily in her own thoughts as I have been coming here. 

This can be awful dangerous for us. This Alpha does not hold a high reputation for being kind to anyone. His own wolves are known to be loyal more out of fear than loyalty. Most werewolf's are known to be a bit rash and hard. Often quick tempered. Upon learning that this Alpha was unmated made me even more edgy. A mated wolf is normally a more rational werewolf when it comes to sensitive matters. Not that unmated ones can't be. It is just rare.

The gates to the pack lands main entrance are standing wide open. The packs in this day and time live in more of a gated community style housing. Most humans never know they are even located close by them. This pack is less than ten minutes from Huxville, a major city, with lots of mixed species. Normally the gates are shut and a guard or gatemen is stationed at the front. 

We are riding in a small Geo Tracker. It's quiet riding. It's quite roomy on the inside. From an outsiders point of view if inspecting the vehicle theres no room to hide anything or anyone I should say. I drove slowly taking in the view of all the architectural design. The first buildings were old and rustic, most looked like they had little to no modern maintenance. The carried a creepy uninviting feel entering the pack lands. While driving in I didn't see alot of werwolves or anyone else for that matter.

The gates to the pack lands main entrance are standing wide open. The packs in this day and time live in more of a gated community style housing. Most humans never know they are even located close by them. This pack is less than ten minutes from Huxville, a major city, with lots of mixed species. Normally the gates are shut and a guard or gatemen is stationed at the front. 

We are riding in a small Geo Tracker. It's quiet riding. It's quite roomy on the inside. From an outsiders point of view if inspecting the vehicle theres no room to hide anything or anyone I should say. I drove slowly taking in the view of all the architectural design. The first buildings were old and rustic, most looked like they had little to no modern maintenance. They carried a creepy uninviting feel entering the pack lands. While driving in I didn't see alot of werwolves or anyone else for that matter which was highly unusual. Werewolfs carries a strict code when it concerned boundaries. Pack lands were highly marked so if you crossed into the wrong territory you had no excuse. Often times if you were caught crossing borders with out permission you were executed on spot.

The gates to the pack lands main entrance are standing wide open. The packs in this day and time live in more of a gated community style housing. Most humans never know they are even located close by them. This pack is less than ten minutes from Huxville, a major city, with lots of mixed species. Normally the gates are shut and a guard or gatemen is stationed at the front. 

We are riding in a small Geo Tracker. It's quiet riding. It's quite roomy on the inside. From an outsiders point of view if inspecting the vehicle theres no room to hide anything or anyone I should say. I drove slowly taking in the view of all the architectural design. The first buildings were old and rustic, most looked like they had little to no modern maintenance. They carried a creepy uninviting feel entering the pack lands. While driving in I didn't see alot of werwolves or anyone else for that matter which was highly unusual. Werewolfs carries a strict code when it concerned boundaries. Pack lands were highly marked so if you crossed into the wrong territory you had no excuse. Often times if you were caught crossing borders with out permission you were executed on spot.

We pulled up to what we assumed would be the safest house to knock on the door. Both Salina and I got out together to go seek out a werewolf that could possibly lend us a hand with the manner we have came for. Salina was trembling getting out of the vehicle as her excitement turned to nervousness. As we walked up to the steps Salina looked at me, grabbed my arm and mind linked me to stand still.

So, I did....and gratefully so. The air filled with growling. My face was sprayed with slobber. The front door then opened with a mere wisp of a girl yelling...

"Pixie dust, show your self and quit messing with our guest!"

Slowly a grey and white spotted dog appeared. The creature began licking our feet and rolling on it side waiting to be petted. The small girl walked up petted the woofer and extended her hand. 

"Hi. my name is Em. How may I assist you?"

"Please, we need to speak with your Alpha. We are hoping that he can help us find a few answers that we are in search of. I am in search of my Grand daughter, and we were directed here."  Came Salinas reply.