It is high noon. Everyone in this mansion is awake, looking on their own bussiness, since the early morning. It is fascinating how such a big mansion can be hidden in the forest. Suddenly everyone stops. Their heads turn on the same direction. The small forest breeze brings the sounds of briskly and swift, though heavy, footsteps to their ears. From the deep woods comes up Scott along with his hunting party, holding a lot of fresh meat in order to feed his pack.<br/><br/>Everyone goes around them forming a halh-circle.<br/><br/>"Gather around children!" Says Scott aloud. "It's feeding time!" A big smile rip his face as he said those words. 'Children'. He was the youngest Alpha in his "tribe", as he liked to call his pack, but they were used to be called like this by him. They respected him as a true leader. The souless bodies of bears, wildboars and deers were thrown in front of the hungry pack, making them all water their mouths. He tore a head off of its body and threw it a few meters away. His raven thanked him with a content cow as it tore its rostrum into the head's eye. He grabed a chunk of meat for him.<br/><br/>"On to the food guys!" He said and started lauging as he saw his packmates tranforming and deeping their teeth into the fresh, still marked with blood, meat.<br/><br/>The smell of blood and eaten flesh pierced his nosstrills. The sounds of teeth and claws reaping the flesh intrigued his, still human- like, ears. He couldn't resist anymore. Taking his "true form", as he called it, he put an end to his own hunger.<br/><br/>When finished he took his human form and, with a psychotic grin on his face, licked the remaining blood.<br/><br/>"When everyone is done with the munches, I want all of you puppies gathered to the center of the mansion!" he stated in a joking manner and went to his chambers.<br/><br/>There wasn't really a hierarchy in his pack. Except him having the last word in a decision, he considered himself equal to other packmates. An omega had the same rights with an alpha, and the opposite. Or at least some of the rights. That is one of the reasons there was concord inside the pack and also why the wolves followed him blindly sometimes.<br/><br/>The feast was over. Everyone now was gathered. Scott went on the highest place so everyone could see him. He cleaned his throat making it look formal but also funny at the same time and said: "My dear friends, the reason I interrupted your work is of utmost importance!" His voice strong and fisty. He took a good look below. Good. Everyone was paying attention. "As you know one of our pack rules is that we don't attack unless we feel threatened or insulted! That is why we haven't held war against those blood- sucking nancies all these years!" The crowd below him started mumbling but stoped when they heard the sound of his boot hitting the floor. "But those days rumors hav come to my ears! Rumors I loath to believe! They say that for a long time this family of bastard aristocrats,the Hellsings, hold an Alpha as prisoner!" At this point loud voices came out of the gathered crowd. "Listen to me children! This insult is not to be taken lightly as is the true reason of the war between known packs and Hellsing family! I say that it is time to make them pay!" The crowd cheered with agreement. "I like to hear your voices became one in times like these! So my pack, are you with me?" A warcry gave him the desired answer. "That is what I wanted to hear. But as you know we alone can't fight without the support of other packs, so I'm gonna send some of you to inform them. I, with twenty more wolves will go to a pack whose leader is known for her iron leaderhip. We travel when the night comes, so team up and wait for the moon!"<br/><br/>Scott returned to his room. His raven was standing in the window looking at him with its void eyes. "What? Didn't I give a good speech?" He said and laughed looking back at the raven.<br/>..........................................................................................................................<br/><br/>The night came, swallowing the last rays of the sun in its blackness. Howls were hearing outside the mansion. Scott and his small group was already travelling. The mansion behind them was getting smaller in every swift step. Many ours had passed until they got to the foreign territory.<br/>Scott could smell the tension that was held inside that territory. He turned into human and approached with his packmates following him. "Stop! Who are you and what do you want in a strange territory?" a man stoped him. "The name's Scott. I'm an Alpha. May I have an audience with Kamora Sanchez?" he said in a playful manner while the very same psychotic grin made his face look insane.