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The night was dark beyond darkness, empty streets stood sorrowfully, wind whistling low and

Mournful between alleys as everything was still and quiet.

Had it not been for the full moon, Maeve would have struggled to sweep the perimeter before her. The absence of wind stilled her scent such that wolves nearby would not catch it, hidden from plain sight in black clothes. She actually is a hunter.

The cold wind whistled in her ear fluttering the stray strands of hair in the process.

Maeve peered to her right watching as the human camp gate slid shut. The last of the enslaved humans trudged from the mines pushing wheelbarrows filled with coal to the brim. Despite the distance, she could hear the distinct clanging of metallic shackles moving with each lumbered step.

A brown wolf followed close behind with two other men, each bound thick leather whips, sleek with blood. They conversed in the mucky darkness, occasionally breaking to laugh.

One of the humans, perhaps out of extreme fatigue, malnourishment, or dehydration, swayed to the side slightly before righting himself a moment too late as the wheelbarrow collapsed spilling all the coal contents. There was a long moment when nothing happened, a void suspended.

Maeve felt her throat constrict knowing fully well what was to happen.

Ever since the six alphas took over the land of the humans and enslaved some of them, their fate seems sealed. As a human, she can't help it.

Her gaze slid away just as the moonlight reflected on the raised whip that curled in the air before landing on the man's back. The sound was quick and thin, slicing through the air like a sharpened knife.

The whipping lasted for five minutes straight.

The man did not cry out while he was being punished, he simply knelt, writhing with each slash that shredded the material of his jumpsuit then skin, drawing rivulets of blood.

Maeve watched the scene silently, knowing that more than six million years ago, when the world was created, God had given humans the right to rule the planet.

With time, mankind reproduced and gave rise to generations of offspring, some whose beauties caught the heavenly angels' attention.

Out of lust and longing, the angels escaped heaven and mated with humans reproducing a stronger, deadlier generation known as the Nephilim.

The Nephilim were a fierce species to be reckoned with.

They killed with neither mercy nor pity, as their intentions were but to instill fear into the mundane lavishing in the pain that wallowed in their eyes.

Knowing fully well that he promised not to intervene directly, god gave rise to two different species specifically to end the Nephilim's reign.

They are vampires and werewolves.

After disappearing of the Nephilim, Werewolves lived in solitude within seven packs headed by an alpha in each.

Seven Alphas have some differences, and six of them waged war against the Alpha who opposed them, forcing him to surrender.

Knowing he did not have a mate left them to their last and only option of putting him to sleep under Mount Zion.

No one would be able to reach him even with their best resources.

Getting her sense, Maeve averted her gaze back to the line of humans just as one of them was forced to help carry his unconscious friend back to the barracks. The rest shoveled the coal into the wheelbarrow making no noise.

Once they disappeared behind the barracks, Maeve held up a piece of broken mirror and angled it beneath the moonlight, slivers of white reflected on the ground.

Three shadows flitted across the streets ducking beneath one of the buildings. A man glanced up at her and raised a hand before waving her over. With a small nod, Maeve slung her bow and arrow over her back before gripping the edge of the roof and carefully hauling her body over.

Landing on the ledge of the water tower's security walkway, she crouched and crawled towards the ladder and clambered down. Maeve ducked beneath shattered windows of abandoned buildings, maneuvering between empty alleys filled with trash cans and cats scurrying hither, fish bones clasped between yellowed teeth.

Peering through an alley, she righted herself before walking into it, eyes dead set on the building that stood before her.

Silver Pack

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