Marcus POV
Early in the morning. It was freezing everywhere. The morning fog hung thick in the air and I could hardly see what was up ahead. The leaves and grasses are moist with dew.
The icy air of the Harmattan breeze hit my face, making me shiver.
It was time to go hunting, and I couldn't wait to get started. I quickly got ready and headed out to meet my friends.
Hunting is a general hobby among werewolves. As for me, it is the only thing that excites me.
My friends hated the idea of hunting in the morning. They had tried countless times in the past to make me change my hunting time but I am a very persistent person.
In my pack, everyone prefers to hunt with the best. I was the best hunter among my pair so they had to go with my time.
We met up at the edge of the forest.
We were a pack of four, including myself, Nicole, Tyler, and Steve. We were all hungry and eager to catch something.
We ran through the forest, our paws thudding against the ground as we moved. We were moving fast, and the wind was blowing past us.
As we ran, we could hear the sounds of the forest around us, the rustling of leaves, and the chirping of birds. We moved silently, trying not to alert our prey.
Suddenly Tyler stopped and we stopped too. "What is it?" I asked in a whisper.
"I smell something", he said. Can you scent it? "
My senses heightened, and I could already smell the scent of the prey nearby.
"Indeed" I nodded, trying to follow the scent to locate the prey.
"There!" Steve yelped pointing at a direction adjacent to where we were standing and we all looked at the direction he was pointing at almost at the same time.
There it was. An antelope standing at the foot of a stream. It was drinking water.
We crouched down, hiding behind some bushes, observing the antelope. We knew we had to work together to catch it.
I signaled to them, and we all moved forward, surrounding the antelope. We were ready to pounce. Tyler and Nicole moved to the sides, while Steve and I moved toward the antelope from the front.
The antelope sensed danger and tried to run, but it was too late. Steve and I lunged forward, grabbing the antelope by its hind legs. Tyler and Nicole quickly moved in, biting and clawing at the antelope's neck, effectively bringing it down.
Seeing our prey fall on the ground we howled in celebration, our voices echoing through the forest. It was a beautiful moment.
This was the most exciting part of hunting for us. Catching prey. It feels like winning a trophy. It gives you the prideful feeling of an alpha and at nights when we gather to gist at the village clearing, we can boastfully talk about how many games we have caught in a week or a month.
In our pack, it is a shame to go hunting and return with nothing.
We lifted the antelope on Steve's back and headed back home.
Chatting excitedly about some of our previous hunting adventures
Something suddenly ran past us and we stopped. Our senses heightened.
Suddenly we heard leaves rustling and twigs cracking behind us. Before we could turn around a group of werewolves pounced on us. The thud sound was loud as we fell and rolled on the ground. I hit my head on the trunk of a tree and I passed out for what seemed like a few minutes.
By the time I regained consciousness, the fight was already fierce and chaotic, with snarls and growls ringing through the air.
For a moment I stood where I was not sure about what to do next. Everything happened too fast.
Who were these people and why are they attacking us?
Could it be one of my father's enemies who is trying to get back at him by hurting me?
I tried to see if I could recognize any of them but I had never seen them before.
I noticed the strange tattoo on their hind legs but it didn't look like anything I have ever seen before.
They all looked hefty and strong. Whosoever is behind this must be someone influential because they all looked strong and well trained.
Steve let out a painful growl and this snapped me back to reality.
My head ached and I could hardly see anything through the blur of fur and claws, but I knew I had to fight back.
I let out a howl and lunged at the nearest werewolf, sinking my teeth into its shoulder. It yelped in pain and retreated, but more werewolves were closing in on us.
My friends were also holding their own, but we were outnumbered and outmatched. We had to think fast.
One of them tried to pounce on me but I swerved swiftly and as soon as he fell on the ground, I jumped at him, clawing at his face randomly.
Another one came from behind me but before he could do anything, I kicked him and he hit his back on the root of a big tree. He let out a painful cry as he fell to the ground.
This must have annoyed the others because about five or more of them pounced on me at the same time. Punching, kicking, clawing, and butting all over my body.
The pain was excruciating. I have never experienced pain like this.
"Stop" I heard someone bark out an order.
I looked at him with my swollen eyes that were almost closing. Blood dripped from every corner of my body.
I could barely see him but I could tell he was their leader. Maybe their alpha or a son of their alpha.
This one is for me to torture he said and this confirmed my suspicion. These were one of my father's enemies Getting back at him through me. I was sure I was going to die
I wasn't even sure I could walk at that moment. My body was sore and I could not tell the parts that were broken from the parts that weren't.
I spotted a fallen tree trunk nearby and an idea suddenly struck me. I waited until he was close enough then I grabbed his neck and clawed his face as hard as I could. I then punched him and he fell to the ground.
His confused packmates ran towards him and that was when I gestured to my friends to follow me. We scrambled onto the trunk, using it as a makeshift platform to gain some height and distance from our attackers.
The enemy pack circled, snarling and baring their teeth. They were hesitant to attack us directly, but we knew we couldn't stay on the tree trunk forever. We had to find a way out.
I scanned the surroundings and spotted a narrow path leading deeper into the forest. It was risky, but it was our only chance. I barked out orders to my friends and we leaped off the trunk, sprinting towards the path.
The enemy pack was right on our heels, but we were determined to make it out alive. We ran as fast as we could, dodging trees and leaping over rocks. The sound of snarls and growls echoed behind us, but we didn't look back.
Finally, we burst out of the forest and stumbled onto a clearing. We must have entered a neighboring village because they stopped coming after us.
I tumbled on the ground, panting and heaving.
I was more injured than the rest and I guess we all know why.
My friends held my shoulder as we walked towards the village to seek help.