Hunted

Prologue

 "Come on Claudia! Breathe! Breathe!" said James. Claudia was in the middle of giving birth her second pup, but things weren't going well, and she was losing a lot of blood. "C'mon Claudia! You can do it!" James was her mate and didn't know what to do. Claudia opened her eyes. They looked exhausted, and in pain. She looked at James. The sight seemed to give her strength, and she managed to push out her second pup. Claudia sighed a sigh of relief. Now that she had finished giving birth, she could go in peace. She lay her head on the ground. It was late at night and quite chilly. Then, Claudia stopped breathing. "No..." said James. He nudged her gently hoping she would respond. She didn't. " NO!" said James. He then lay his next to Claudia and hoped she would have a safe journey to the stars. He didn't notice that his two pups were squirming away. They were still covered in mucus from when they were born and were having a hard time breathing. They were trying to find their mother so that they could get some milk. James didn't notice them, but he also didn't notice that a man had slowly approached him. He was smiling. He held his gun to James and pulled the trigger. BANG! The man's smile grew bigger "Jackson! Get over here! I've got two Silverstream wolves! Their tails are worth a fortune!" He called out. A boy around eleven came out of the forest. He looked terrified and wanted nothing to do with what his father was doing. Still, he approached his father and the wolves. His father pointed to the two tails. " You see that son? How there is a single silver streak in their tail, while the rest of them is a dirty gray? That's how you know it's a Silverstream wolf. Their tails are worth at least five hundred thousand each." Jackson looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Father, why did you have to kill them? They were minding their own business, and then killed them! How could you?!" His father's smile went to a frown. " You know, you don't sound like a man, you sound like a wimp!" Jackson looked even paler. " You know what I do to wimps?" asked his father. Jackson shook his head and his father smiled. " I make a man out of them." He then proceeded to grab his son and hold him against his chest. Jackson screamed. His father then proceeded to take a knife and move it across Jackson's arm, neck, and finally face. Jackson whimpered and his father's smile grew even bigger. He then proceeded to make a cut under Jackson's right eye. The cut wasn't deep enough to cause Jackson to bleed to death, but it would definitely leave a permanent scar. He then dropped his son and headed towards the wolves, leaving his son bleeding. He proceeded to cut off the tails and remove all the skin and muscle inside the tail. When he was finished, he turned towards his son. " I've done most of the work, but we still have to disinfect the tails, and since I don't think I've made my point clear, guess who is going to disinfect them?" He threw the tails at Jackson and chuckled. " Carry those to the house, then you are going to clean them and disinfect them. Understand?" Jackson nodded. He looked like he was about to cry. " Good! Also, one last thing."  He took the tails off Jackson and put his shotgun around his back. He smiled. " Now you look like a real man! Let's get going home! Wait until people have heard that my son killed not one, but two Silverstream wolves!" Then, they slowly walked away, leaving two dead wolves in the forest, left to rot, but not without their tails.