"Christian...Christian. Wake up. We have company." The words no wolf wanted to hear so early in the morning. The smell of pine was always the first thing that came. Pine and the smell of the moister that Christian hated. He never understood why his father had insisted to staying in the outskirts. But that was a mental struggle he would leave for another morning. After a quick run through his dark hair with his fingers,he looked up and saw his friend. Hatu. Young looking Apache. While Christian was at a steady six feet tall,it was Hatu that stood at 6'5. He was a stocky son of a bitch and that damn accent. If Christian could imitate him, he would. "Christian. It is the angry hunters again. Come brother. We must dispose of them before the white mane returns." Christian just let out a scoff and began to search for clothes. A leather jacket and some faded blue jeans would have to do. If trouble would ensue,as all visits did, there would be no need for the clothes covering his lean and chiseled frame.<br/><br/>"Why is it you care so much about what my father cares about." Hatu's eyes opened wide and again his face looked for an answer in the annoyed face of Christian. "He is the leader of our pack. It a blind man that leads without following. And I seek to learn from the best. Your blood. You are blessed,Christiano." Again a scoff was what started out Christian's statement. "Don't call me that. I hate it when he calls me that, let alone you guys who use it as a meaning for something else." Hatu began to rolling up some finely ground up tobacco and Christian took a seat besides the man dressed in a clear white button up shirt and jeans. Hatu went to move his long black pony tail out of the way and stand before Christian raised his hand. "You also said wise men finish what they start. Apparently wise men do a lot. Finish the roll. I am not in the mood for coffee and your shit is always better than the shitty reds I get from the liquor store across the way."<br/><br/>"Should we really leave the hunters and our wolves waiting? They did not seem to want to attack without the head being there with the rest of the body." Christian said nothing to the comment and there was silence in the small RV that Christian had decided to stay in for the night. Hatu's palace every day and Christian's escape from the constant expectation from his father. "Hey. Christian. You paying attention to me?" A scoff was let out before he said "Yeah. I hear you. Have you ever been slapped in the face Hatu?" Hatu stopped in the middle of finishing up the cigarette to look into the eyes of Christian. His once brown eyes were now the bright yellow of the wolf. "Yes, Christian. At a young age I was terrible with women. I was slapped more than I would like." Christian chuckled slightly and said "Yeah. Me too. By my father and my female companions alike. The one time it truly lead to trouble was when my father did something he never did before. The slap that came to my face was when I decided not to do as he asked. A young child thought he should question a man like my father." Hatu chuckled and said "I know this story. It is about her again." Christian's face wore a serious expression for the first time since he awoke and Hatu could tell that he should have left things unsaid. "Alright alright. Continue." Christian shook his head after the interuption and continued to say "Well. I fought her. I won. And not only did I do something against what my father wanted. I bragged about it to him. In theory...the slap was deserved. What he did after was something I could never forget. He slapped me so hard my whole body turned with the motion. I was knocked back so hard I pushed the glass of brandy he was drinking off the table and down onto the rug. He made me grab him another drink and clean up the mess. A mess I did not make. So you will have to forgive me if someone comes to my front door,pisses on my lawn then asks for a favor."<br/><br/>Hatu couldn't help but chuckle and that chuckle turned to outright laughter. As the laughter continued and the control Hatu had over it began to diminish, Christian looked at with a look of expectancy. Hatu's laughter began to die down and Christian continued to by grabbing the cigarette and lighting it up. After the first drag,Christian looked up to the roof of the RV lost in the memory. "I was lucky I clenched my teeth. The man put enough force to unhinge my jaw if I did not brace myself. I am his blood. You say I am blessed. Tell me. How funny would it be if I did the same to someone that did not bear my blood? Imagine if I did it with animosity instead of disappointment." Christian took one more drag from the cigarette and by the time he stood, Hatu had lost all enjoyment from the story that Christian had said and quickly moved to forget the exchange all together. It was obvious that this story was making sure he landed on the receiving end of the harsh moral in that story. If you could even call it a moral. "Come on, Hatu. Let's go." Christian continued to the door and on the way there, Christian could not shake the memories he had unlocked himself. Memories of his childhood. Memories of his sweet mother. And the memories of the tests his father put him through. It was not til he was outside and looking at the scene in front of him that he knew this would end bloody.<br/><br/>"About time, Christian. What did you think that me and Klein could have handled it on our own?" Hatu looked at Christian then at the shadow the called out to him in a stern yet soft tone. "Umm...Ysa. I would not do that if I were you." The shadow of the figure came forward and as she did,Ysabelle showed her form from behind the shadow. Ysabelle was from the same tribe that Hatu came from. Ysabelle was technically royalty to the lands of the south. While the rest of the world had their wolves in the shadows,it was in the tribal lands of the Native Americans that their wolves were worshiped and adored. They were the secret enforcers of the laws of the land and they were the ones that were called upon if their people faced any injustices seen as inhumane. It was only by their help in hunting and protection that the Native Americas survived the trail of tears. And it was by the help of Ysobelle's father that the powerful Lycan bloodline of Apache still continued on. "Klein. Status report." Behind her stepped a woman looking almost the exact opposite of what Ysabelle was. While Ysabelle had the sun bathed skin of the Native Americans along with their dark black hair, Klein wore the bright white skin and light features of the German in her bloodline.<br/><br/>Klein was stunning. Stunning and probably the most lethal in her human form from all four of them. Klein a peace offering. A snow white haired,skinned and blue eyed beauty hailing from the land once ridden with war. The Germans were determined in the second world war. It was not just by the means of the human super soldiers they sought to make,but what really turned the tide was the Lycan super soldiers that were made slaves by indoctrination or worse. Klein was one of the untainted. One of the couple turned after the liberation of the Second World War. A war which the White Mane himself took a part of in secret on behalf of the wolves of America. It was the only reason that Manuel was able to hold the title of Alpha in a place like New York from the position that he set his pack in. Klein was a clean turn and was the only white mane of the pack in Germania. There was no gift better than sending Klein to be the partner of Manuel's first born. A pact she stuck to even til this day.<br/><br/>"Status report. Four males,two females and five attack dogs. Visible weapons. Semi automatic pistols with silver lined bullets,silver coated knives and hand axes with all of them wearing heavily padded fiber vests to protect from bites. We are ten in total. Six wolves and four mates brought over from the human population." Christian stopped everything with a raise of his hand and turned his eyes to the man he believed to be the leader. "You would do this...with people of your own kind caught in the cross hairs? You will have forgive me for being a bit confused. I know not what you are or what your intentions are,but I have some of your people and by the way you are pointing your guns...you don't seem the slightest bit bothered."<br/><br/>A man wearing a pristine white cowboy hat stepped forward from the group of men and women. Unlike the rest,he was dressed more casually over the tactical vest he wore close to his body. He wore a white southern style suit along with the hate and giant belt buckle. He looked like a cliche of what one would picture to be a Texan. Large blonde mustache and the most obvious feature. The eye patch over his left eye. "Thats my problem boy. Whether or not you decide to let the dog fuckers go is up to you. They made their bed and now they will lie in it." Christian couldn't help but chuckle and that chuckle seemed to have poked a nerve with Ulysses. "Did I say somethin funny,boy? Or are you daring to laugh at Ulysses. The fastest and deadliest shot south of the great plains." Christian titled his head in wonder as he really did not seem to be getting the irony.. "You call us animals. Yet it is you that is ready to turn your back on your own kind. You will have to forgive me for laughing at you."<br/><br/>What followed next spiked the burning rage burning underneath the dark skin of Christian. A few of the wolves that did not directly belong to the Rogue Wolves,another paradox for another time, quickly began to change. The sounds of bone snapping and snarls came quickly from the wolves and as their bodies began to expand and grow,bullets began to rain in their direction. Only the men at the outskirts of Ulysses began to shoot while the wolves began to pounce. "They are not my blood. But if a single bullet kills a human on my territory. I will show you the fear you have never had strike your body." The moment Ulysses went for his gun,Hatu, Yssa and Klein all began to morph and change. One by one the sounds of bones snapping,flesh ripping and the overbearing howls left their morphing mussels. When Ulysses raised his gun,the wolves moved to protect the still Christian. However. Where the man aimed was nowhere near where the wolves pounced.<br/><br/>A quick snap of the wrist lead the gun to a naked woman. Short blonde and busty. She took a couple of steps out from a RV that looked more a giant hunk of metal and tarps. As she ran her hands against her eyes for a bit of clarity she was met with a quick bullet to the head. It took the poor girl longer to hit the floor than it took Ulysses to reach for his revolver,cock the gun and shoot the woman. Rage began to fill the face of Christian and as the morphing began,the laughs of Ulysses began to sound loudly alongside the snarls of black wolf. The lean and compact form of Christian was quickly expanding and the large might of the wolf underneath began to release itself for release of the anger boiling inside of him.