From the darkness of the woods, the beast watched on as the sacrifice was prepared at exactly the right time just as the villagers have done for centuries. Every Friday a young girl was to be given to him so he would not terrorize them and he has always been true to the pact. Now it was starting to become tedious and the rest of the pack was hungering for blood more and more, but he always kept them in line. He was an older beast though he didnâ€™t look like it and knew the laws of this land like the back of his hand which was why he handled most of the sacrifices; he was the Alpha after all so it was only natural. Under his rule no werewolf in his pack was going to step out of line and ruin this little bit of peace. Humans were not much of a threat to him but he knew it was better to keep them terrified than provoke them to fight back and actually win against the creatures of the night.<br/><br/>He was in his human form as he looked on, continuing to inch closer, getting a better look at his victim. They were always between the ages of fourteen and nineteen and it made him feel old but that was the condition after all. The best was not going to complain as long as he was fed.<br/><br/>In the dim lighting of the moon he could barely make out the girlâ€™s long brown hair and dark eyes. The beast has given up on calling women â€˜beautifulâ€™ centuries ago, knowing better than to play with his food, yet he was still a man so he was not about to advert his gaze from a woman. As soon as he was close enough to take in every last feature a smile stretched across his lips. This one was perfect. And there was nobody else around which made pleased him even more. Moving to examine the chains which bound the girl, he gently grabbed her wrist to test their strength. To a werewolf, such chains were nothing, but they could betray him and make the chains out of silver so he could not break them or even get near them would having his hand burned. Humans were playful creatures in that sense and liked to test their ground, find ways to become resilient, rebellious, but if they ever decided to do it with him they were going to have another thing coming.<br/><br/>His dark yet alluring eyes met hers after he was pleased with the chains, â€œDonâ€™t be afraid, youâ€™re doing this for the good of your village,â€ he spoke with a thick German accent and a smooth, almost hypnotic voice. â€œYouâ€™re one of the best sacrifices Iâ€™ve come acrossâ€¦ Iâ€™ll bet you taste delightful.â€ A hardy laugh escaped him as he broke her chains, threw her over his shoulder, and escaped into the woods. He was very well built and had exceptional endurance thanks to the preternatural beast that lived deep inside of him. He was truly a creature of the night inside and out there was no doubt about that.Even in his human form he ran at a blinding speed that could rival that of a vampire and was graceful in his stride, taking care not to harm the girl. This forest has been his home for centuries and he knew every little part of it like the back of his hand. Navigating in the dark was nothing to him; in fact it made the run even more enjoyable.<br/><br/>Once he got back to the den where the rest of his pack resided, he placed the girl down in the corner. The other werewolves took turns checking her out, licking their lips. With a low growl, he chased them away, and brushed the girlâ€™s hair out of her face, â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Ich will dich zu Verhalten wie ein gutes MÃ¤dchen</span>,â€ he cooed softly with a deadly smile. This was going to be interesting, he thought to himself, restraining himself from sinking his teeth into the girl right then and there. Self control had been taught to him over the years. Preparations had to be made before they could feast on the girl. Humming to himself, he made sure that her chains were tightened again so she would not go anywhere. He had broken them up quite a bit but it was a quick fix.<br/><br/>He had to make sure everything was perfect.