Thomas snapped awake to the sound of howling and breaking glass.  He rolled out of bed and pulled the curtains over his window aside just a sliver and peaked out.  Lycans were running the street, some transformed, others not, yelling and howling.  Thomas could make out a few vampires in the mix.  â€œThis is bad, this is very bad.â€ He muttered to himself, closing the curtains again.  Any werewolf anywhere near this mess would probably be shot on sight.  He pulled on his boots and grabbed the nearest shirt before dropping to the floor and pulling out a locked metal box from under his bed.  He grabbed his revolver and his combat knife and put them in the holsters that were already on his belt.<br/><br/>Thomas ran downstairs into his shop.  Several transformed werewolves were beating on the front of his shop in a mad frenzy.  The glass was holding, but it wouldnâ€™t hold for long.  Thomas flipped on his security system and went into the basement of his shop.  The basement could be used as a secret entrance to the sewer system underneath the city.  As Thomas ran down the tunnel, he heard the splintering of glass and the boom boom boom of his turrets.  He knew he was never coming back.  His only option was to find the Alphaâ€¦assuming she was powerful enough to reign in the frenzy that had overtaken her pack.<br/><br/>He emerged from the sewers on the outskirts of the city, near the forests where the humans made their meager livings.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€Thomas, wake up, Thomas!â€ His mother shook him roughly awake, her voice high with fear.  â€œCome, come, we must leave, now! The werewolves are hunting! We must take shelter!â€  His mother dragged him out of bed, pulling him up and pushing him toward the door.  â€œGo to the tunnel!â€<br/><br/>â€œIsabelle, I need you, now!â€ His father yelled as a gunshot rang through the air.  â€œWe have to protect the family!â€<br/><br/>Thomas ran out the backdoor as fast as his legs would carry him, sprinting for safety.  The tunnel  was simply a small tunnel that had been stocked with food and a metal gate across it to protect the villagers.  If he could make it there, he would be safe.  A large animal collided with him out of nowhere.  He heard his ribs crack, knew he was falling, but felt nothing.  Heard nothing but a dull roar in his ears.  All at once, he could taste his own blood, warm and metallic on his tongue, and the world began to the grow fuzzy.</span><br/><br/>Thomas shook the memory away and focused on picking up the scent of the Alpha.  He was painfully aware of his disheveled appearance: his oil stained t-shirt, his scuffed boots, he smelled like the sewerâ€¦the perfect way for a made werewolf to appear before the Alpha.