(http://www.hot2me.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Romulo-Pires-587x311.jpg)<br/><br/>It had been almost seven hours since the effects of the months full moon had worn off and having locked himself away so that he wouldn't slaughter hundreds of people, Nathaniel was now, as he always was after the full moon, hungry. Bright wolf yellow eyes watched from atop the skyscraper at the bustling night life of Chicago and the three thousand year old werewolf could not help but grin. Chicago was his territory, his city. These people were his prey, his flock of sheep.<br/><br/>It had always been an amusement to the wolves to consider humans as sheep, truly the term "wolf in sheep's clothing" had never been more apt. Three nights ago, Nathaniel had stood on this rooftop, transformed into the giant elephant sized white wolf that was the beast within him and let out a long and ear splitting howl. Such was his size that he was certain every wolf in America would have heard it and been drawn to the summons, the wolves in other parts of the world would have to wait.<br/>It was then that something caught his eye, even from atop Chicago's tallest building he could see the streets in perfect detail. a young woman was running and she seemed scared. As predicted most people ignored her, to wrapped up in there own lives to care for the problems of others but it was not the woman who he was paying attention to, it was her follower. White long coat, a cross stitched into the back, there was no mistake "Inquisition" he muttered to himself "she's probably connected to one of us somehow, or she was bitten last night, either way she doesn't smell like she's turned yet" Nathaniel took a casual step off the edge of the building, falling with an expression as if he was walking down the stairs, his long leather trench coat billowing in the wing, the old fashioned cotten white shirt underneath was tucked neatly into the dark jeans that matched the military style boots. Nobody noticed when he suddenly landed on his feet in the streets bellow, unaware of how he got there, most likely not even knowing he was there in the first place.<br/><br/>Fifteen meters from the target. He began a slow walk, tailing the hunter and making him the truly hunted. Nathaniel followed for roughly fifteen minutes, his unsettling wolf eyes never leaving the man as he slunk through crowed of humans with ease, not even having to look where he was going. Eventually the arrived at a nightclub, the woman obviously wanted to loose her follower here. When he entered the wolf quickly found his prey and chuckled, it seemed he had met up with his partner and in a silent chase, had almost cut the woman off. Nathaniel was quick to take the offensive. Without anyone noticing he pinned the original hunter to a wall in a dark corner and with a savage yet low snarl ripped his throat apart and drained his dry of blood, two birds with one stone. the second hunter was female and after he quickly wiped away the blood on his face with a handkerchief, dragged her outside and with a sharp blow to the head, knocked her out, the woman wouldn't even know who had saved her, no matter that wasn't important.<br/><br/>It was not easy going unnoticed through a busy city with an unconscious woman draped over your shoulder but Nathaniel managed somehow and soon he was a wolf again, running faster then a car through dense forest, the woman hanging from his slightly parted jaw until he reached the place. stopping he dropped her to the ground and changed back to human form. Standing naked was normally nothing to him but he was about to address total strangers so appearances were everything. squatting down he opened the bag he had strapped onto the woman and removed his cloths, it never hurt to be prepared.<br/><br/>Once he was dressed Nathaniel took the woman by the scruff of her neck and dragged her behind him as he walked up a small hill, upon reaching the top the ancient wolf looked out to the small colony he had built, one hundred wooden cabins large enough to house fifty people with beds, six small bars fully stocked, a doctors cabin, play buildings for any children and between them all was the largest gathering of wolves he had even seen. He raised his hands up for silence and a few seconds later the loud buzz of voices that had gotten louder at his arrival turned to nothing "just over three thousand years ago, a tribe from the north of Hadrian's wall in Brittan made a pact with the spirits they worshiped and drank the blood of the mighty wolf which they respected and feared" many of them who had looked sceptical when he arrived all seemed curious now, not many knew the origin story for there people "with that power we transformed into gigantic beasts and tore our enemies to shreds no matter if they were rival tribes or roman!" a few cheered "then when our power became so great that we began to know peace we bred with the women of our tribe and birthed the next generation of wolves, those born with the power, they were not as strong as the first of us but they had gifts that we had not, better control when the full moon forces us to change, and the venom that allows humans to be turned who were weaker still then the natural born but still had gifts of there own" he stopped then and looked down at the woman who was waking up now, looking dazed.<br/><br/>"the Vatican and the holy church got wind of our species, how could they not we were so large in numbers and those of us who drank the blood were growing so large that the people were getting scared. So they sent there hunters and so began there attempt to eradicate the wolf species" his eyes got a hollow look in them then "we fought at first but they learned our weakness soon enough, Silver, even a little is enough to make a powerful wolf sick for weeks, they used this weapon with leathel effect and we were forced to flee until we were so far apart we formed smaller, lesser packs and as they continued to hunt us and kill us. We began to kill each other" the last words were said with such sorrow that he saw a few of the people bellow him look down with sadness too "today my brothers and sisters, i have called you here to correct that" he grabbed the woman who was looking panicked and pulled her to her feet "this woman is one of there hunters" he snarled the last word "sent to kill you" he said it to everyone but he knew they would all take it personally "but i say, we should take the fight to them, join me and i promise you, every wolf that has died by them or will die by them will be avenged enough to dye the moon red" he let go of the woman then and stepped back, ripping off his jacket and shirt to reveal his heavily scared chest from constant battles, on his right shoulder was a vivid red burn mark from when the Inquisition had caught him and burned a silver cross into his skin.<br/><br/>With a low rummble he let his body rip apart as he became the elephant sized white wolf again, snarling he pushed the woman off the hill so that she fell into the crowed who were probably eager to kill her then lifting his head he howled again and the roaring cheer obviously meant they approved, turning he stalked away again to a smaller cabin not to far from where he had given the speech. His own personal home in the woods. Nathaniel let himself become human again and still naked stepped inside, they would probably party all night and he wondered just how many pups would be born from it.