His White Warrior (Book #1)

Chapter 3: Hunted

I pull the dart from my rear and throw it behind me, hitting one of the wolves in the shoulder. I can feel the tranquilizer seeping through my veins, but I have been built up to this and it does nothing to slow me down. They must shift into human form, shoot, then shift back and resume chasing because I don't think they can shoot as wolves. 

I see a second dart bounce off of the windshield and take a sharp turn to the right, in the direction of the house. I find the familiar path again and grab the GPS/Autopilot from one of the saddle bags, another modification I love about the snowmobile. I turn the small computer on until I see a map with a small blinking red dot appear on the screen. I press a few buttons for home and the button that tells the machine to turn off. The snowmobile starts to slow down so I quickly jump off and into the woods. The wolves chasing me turn direction and go after me, forgetting about the vehicle this time. After the snowmobile is out of my sight I press the on button and the autopilot button, and the red dot starts moving in the direction of the house.

At least that will be getting home.

I see a forked tree up ahead and use this to perch up in a tree. The wolves jump and snap at me, but I remain sitting, counting them to make sure none are following the snowmobile. After I see all are still there I jump from branch to branch until I have scaled half a mile just from tree jumping. The wolves beneath me were getting calmer, realising that I'm not going to try to get home while they are there. I sit gently in between a few branches, trying to hide myself as much as possible from their guns.

"Nowhere to go! What are you going to do now, my love?" Mr. Alpha shouts at me. I avoid any eye contact as they shoot a few darts in my direction, hitting the trees around me. Little do they know that they are supplying me, as the trees do not allow the drugs to escape. I pull a few free from the bark and toss them at the figures below me. I hit three and they go down slowly, fighting to stay awake. Mr. Alpha growls louder and starts to climb the tree, slowly and inexperienced. As he gets closer I jump up higher by two branches and watch as his eyes turn a dark black, didn't Father say that your...wolf comes out?

Wolf?

Your inner spirit that makes you a werewolf?

Mr. Alpha starts pressing against the tree branch with his back and feet to stay where he is, so I throw a smoke bomb in his direction and watch as he falls out of the tree, coughing and disoriented. I forgot that my father fills them with chili powder along with the other ingredients. I smile at this and close my eyes as a breeze blows the smoke towards me. I toss a few knives at the other standing figure, now humans and also naked. One knife lodges itself in a man's shoulder and he steps back, holding it in pain.

Mr. Alpha growls louder still and tries to climb the tree again, this time in werewolf form. I kick his black snout as he gets closer and jump to a nearby tree. More darts hit the branches around me and one gets my upper arm. I pull it out again, ignoring the stinging pain it brought, and jump to another tree. I squat gently, trying to figure out how to get past these men and get home. 

My thoughts keep bringing me to running home and getting into the safe room, but we would have to move all over again, and we wouldn't have enough time. More of my father's words ring through my mind, from the teachings he gave me just last year. My father taught me a few songs where the notes go so high it actually hurts dog ears. Werewolves are dogs, after all. The song will hurt my ears as well, but I can cover my ears as I run away. I slowly begin the song I was taught, the men beneath me slowly becoming entranced with my voice until they snap themselves out of it. I quickly skip a piece of the song to get to the end.

"Sanctus!" I sing loudly, the sa part stretching out with the extremely high note and I cover my own ears, seeing the men beneath me flinch and try to cover their own. I jump daintily from the tree and take off in the other direction, tossing smoke bombs behind me to take away my scent. 

The men fall to the ground as I run, but Mr. Alpha still tries to get back up, crawling in my direction with a pained expression. I try to ignore him as I find the river I previously swam in and follow it, the only surface where there is no snow to track me by. I stop throwing bombs behind me, so I don't make a trail, but break another hole in the ice, seeing as the previous ones I made were now frozen again, and jump into the frigid waters once more. My scent now breaks off, but soon I'm not going to be able to use this river for winter escapes. I swim the same way as before, breaking the ice when I need air, until the fourth time I completely break through and roll out again. I gasp for air and check my surroundings, then my smoke bombs. They are a little water logged but can still be dried and used again, thankfully. I quickly get to my feet and dash in the direction of home, dripping water again. I see the snowmobile resting outside of the house and burst through the door, my father waiting patiently on the couch.

"How did it go?" He asks.

"You never told me Alphas could control when you go into heat!" I shout and pull my hand covers off, trying to warm my fingers for when the water began to seep through my coverings.

"You never said your mate was the Alpha!" He exclaims. I pull off my mask and take a deep breath, calming my senses, and return my outer clothes back to the secret room. I dress in a simple white sweater and white skirt that reached my knees before stoking the fireplace and putting my knives and bombs out to dry. I lost several knives in the fights, but not enough to hurt my chances of survival if I go out again.

"This is bad, very bad." Father mumbles.

"What is it, Father?" I ask, walking into the warm living room. Father's face aged drastically, his wrinkles deeper and his usual jokingly placed smile etched into a thin frown.

"Alpha. No this can't be good. If you have children, you will never leave. Alpha's can not control themselves. They are very possessive and controlling. If you go with him and have a child, you will never be free. He will force-mark you, then hunt you down for the rest of his life until he finds you, with his keen senses. If it was any other type you would be able to flee, but an Alpha!" He rants. A sliver of fear begins to wedge itself into my mind, but I quickly chase it away. Fear doesn't belong--it's a disease. I grasp my Father's hand into my own and he looks at me with doubt.

"Father, if I must I can have children with humans. The bloodline will cover up the fault." I say, but he shakes his head. 

"No, if the Alpha senses you mating with another male he will look harder, never cease hunting until he finds you! It is a trait that exists in all; persistence, determination!" He shouts.

"Then I will run to the other side of the world! We can't give up because of a simple problem that is nothing compared to the things we are capable of." I remind him, but Father still shakes his head.

"Even if you ascended into the heavens, or descended into the underground worlds he would still find you." He growls.

"Then what should I do, Father?" I ask, gritting my teeth. He goes silent and looks away, avoiding eye contact.

"Keep the lineage going, even if it means eternal captivity. Have children, many children, and find out how to set them free." he whispers. I stand there, letting the plan sink in slowly, and storm off into the kitchen to prepare lunch, my stomach growling from missing breakfast.

"I would think that I could scare him enough to make my mate set them free on his own." I mumble.

"Since you did not get the seeds for spring planting, you have to spend the next three nights and days outside." He says and I sigh.

"But, since you did get the snowmobile home, I will allow you to wear clothes." He finishes. I smile and start skinning the squirrels from yesterday in the sink. After the fur is off I separate the parts and start cooking, pulling out some bread slices and barbecue sauce. I hear father snoring in the living room and I start singing a quiet lullaby he taught me, saying my mother used to sing the song to me as a child. He rolls over in his sleep and resumes snoring.

I finish making the sandwiches and take a bite of my own, leaving father's next to him on the coffee table. He soon rouses from his sleep and grabs the plate I left. I finish my lunch and start doing the dishes, even though there aren't that many. 

Father burps and goes back to sleep, so I decide to practice my stretches. I place my weight on my front arms and swing my feet upwards and down until they rest on my head. I hold this position for a few minutes until I swing back into a crouched position. I do a few splits and twist my back to make it pop, then pull one leg upwards and go into a half lunge. I continue stretching until dinner time and I feel nice and loose. I go back down into the secret room and find my gun and silver kit. I bring these things back up into the kitchen and lay them out, counting the silver bullets I have left.

Three.

I sigh and pull the melting flame out, and grab an extra spoon we have. Father made sure to get actual silverware, but it had to have a special coating that was safe for us to use. If I needed to make another bullet I just melted the coating off and forged a new set. Father wakes to the burning smell.

"How many?" he mumbles.

"Three." I answer. He grunts.

"We are going to need more. I see you agree with me." He says. I set the hot metal down with a pair of tongs and pull out a box of instant rice. I pour the water and set the rice into it after it begins to boil. I return to the metal and melt it slowly with a blowtorch, until it turns red hot and drips into the mold. I press it together tightly and allow it to cool. The rice finishes cooking so I add butter and serve father half, and eat the rest myself. After I place our bowls into the sink I go back into the secret room to put my white outfit on again. After I slip it on I kiss father goodnight and step out into the cooling outside air. I check the thermometer, saying negative twenty two, lower than what I am used to, but I'll live.

I make a few bird calls, just for practice, then step into the vast woodland. I turn right and go for the large oak trees that grow nearby, they usually are good nesting and den places for me when this happens. I choose a tree of my choice and begin to build a suitable den, placing pine branches over the entrance of a hollow trunk. I find a few birch trees nearby and make myself a bed from their soft bark, then snuggle down and let my body heat warm up the space.