Hunted

Blood Shed

The scent of blood grew stronger with every quickened step Ryder took towards camp. Her heart beat as a fast as flowing water in a rapid stream. She knew something was terribly wrong at home. The faster Ryder ran, the more her fire-red hair flew away from her sweaty forehead. She had to get there quicker if she were to save her clan. Leading the clan hasn't been easy since her mother was killed by the filthy alpha Creekman, and Ryder has been planning to avenge her mother since that very day. 

Screams filled Ryder's ears now as she was only a few feet from the camps back entrance. All Ryder could see was red and it wasn't just from anger. Trails of blood led every which way and the screams of her family were beginning to subside. Ryder took out her silver dagger and readied her pistol at her hip. She ran into the center of camp to see what looked like every wolf from the Red Moon Clan exiting through the front entrance. Two wolves stood at the gates waiting for the rest of the clan to leave, and Ryder immediately recognized them to be Alpha Creekman and Beta Hansen. Her eyes narrowed as the last wolf slipped out and the other wolf scum turned their backs. With speed and accuracy, Ryder threw the dagger directly into the back of the Alpha. Almost instantly he began to writhe on the ground and transform back into his human form. Beta Hansen howled shakenly to the others warning them that Alpha Creekman was injured. He locked eyes with Ryder and growled loud enough to shake the surrounding trees. She ignored his threats and pulled out her gun ready to put a silver bullet in between his eyes.

"Ryder, sweetie" said a faint voice in the wind, "Attend to your clansmen, leave the wolves. They won this one. It's not your time."

Ryder recognized this voice as her mothers and retracted her gun, letting Beta Hansen pick up the Alpha and retreat. As leader, her clan should always come first and tonight she let the whole Hale family down. Ryder ran through the camp screaming for someone to answer her, but not a sound could be heard. Everyone was gone. Men, women, and children all taken by the grimey paws and gnashing teeth of wolves. 

Ryder fell to her knees and yelled out to the stars in agony with tears pouring down her pale cheeks. "I'm so s-sorry!" She stuttered out before getting back up to gather any useful belongings. Normally when a hunter died, the others would hold a hunters funeral where the body is burned over a wood fire, but since there were so many bodies Ryder decided to just torch all of the tents. 

Ryder stayed until all of the fire died down, and only ash was left. By this time, a whole day had past and she knew that the Red Moon Clan would be back soon begging for her to save their precious Alpha. She had nowhere to go and they had her scent, so there was no hiding from the wolves now. Soon, she would become their prisoner and there is no fighting that.