On the Hunt
The night was dark, very dark. However as the moon was just starting to rise. It looked like a large orange ball of flame slowly climbing in the sky. A beautiful celestial body that held power over all manner of creature in the night. Losing the deep color quickly, the moon turned the well-known milky white. Which reflected in the windshields of the cars parked outside the building.
Loud noises and the smell of smoke was in the air. Along with booze as you got closer to the door. It wasn’t really out of the way, but it was a bit secluded this var. A bit seedier with the characters that came to it, and that was a draw for Charlotte. No one to be missed, perfect miserable prey.
She was here to hunt, the moon pulled at her blood and made her take a deep breath which brought joy to her as she smelled the air and those that were here. Such weak feeble creatures to toy with. It made her want to laugh really. Charlotte knew the moment they looked at her they’d see a pretty face. They’d see a woman who was easy prey for men to bed. How wrong they would be.
Charlotte walked like she owned the world. It was clear the self confidence and even arrogance she had. How could she not? Charlotte was a top predator and she was on the hunt. She was tall and slender, she had stunning silver eyes and a wealth of nearly black hair with a bit of browns mixed in. A dream figure and she was not sorry that she didn’t have to work for it like a human female.
That was why she was wearing a very tight blue shirt that showed a generous view of her chest. A pair of jeans that rode low showing part of her flat stomach. She knew she looked damn good and inviting. Men would hit on her like moths to a flame, and she enjoyed that because it got her, her prey.
Charlotte paused at the door as she heard a howl go up loud and clear. It echoed in the night and brought a smile to her face. She recognized it and made her want to turn and follow it. The second joined in and she just swallowed back her answering howl. She was human looking at the moment. A woman howling in parking lot would get noticed. Though she recognized the second one too.
Her brother and Gage were also on the hunt, those poor humans caught in their way weren’t going to be long for this world. It just made her laugh inside. How stupid humans were. So stupid and so fucking easy.
However she was growing antsy, and that was why she wasn’t out hunting like normal werewolves were this night. Charlotte needed space from her pack members. She was feeling this horrible need and loneliness that only a female could. She might be a monster to the rest of the world, but to her kind she was not. Charlotte was the alpha female, and her brother Mathis was the alpha male of their small pack.
Gage was second to Mathis. Then there was Marcus and Gage’s mate Lori. Wolves liked to hunt in packs. They were social creatures, but right now that wasn’t what Charlotte wanted. Since she was related to all the males in her pack there was nothing there for her. Her brother and two cousins were feeling it too she knew they were. Well not Gage, no the lucky bastard had found a changeling a good number of years ago. Charlotte was fond of Lori, but Charlotte couldn’t take the monotony anymore of their lives.
No she wanted more, yet couldn’t find a single one that would fit the bill. She was a blood thirsty, killing machine. She was completely okay with it. Charlotte was a true werewolf, and she had been alive for a very long time. Second she had no mate yet, and the only ones in their little pack that were mated were Lori and Gage. Wolves mated for life, so it was a serious thing for them.
Charlotte now wanted that, felt like her clock was ticking. Hence why she now walked into the bar searching for what was impossible to find. Do you know why it was impossible to find? Because werewolves were incredibly rare. Changelings even more so and she was an alpha female. You think she was going to bend over and take it from some low ranking male? Absolutely not, they were going to work if they wanted to break her damn it. They were going to have to hold her down and make her take it. Charlotte felt an excited shiver of anticipation at the very thought. God she hoped the one that wanted her did it too.
Her kind could only mate with their own or a changeling. She’d had a couple try but hadn’t felt it and fought hard to get away from them. They simply weren’t good enough. With her brother being as old as she was, well a few years older, all she had to do was go to him and he’d beat the living hell out of them if she wanted him to. Which made her smile, though she figured she was doing it to herself.
She’d seen changelings but humans were always even less appealing as a mate to her. They wouldn’t be strong, they wouldn’t be able to dominate the personality that she had. That was something a female of their kind needed. The reason that their males were so intense, so controlling and domineering to the point it bordered on abuse according to human standard, but she loved it. Their courtship was in no way shape or form like a humans.
A human would be able to handle it, they would be dead. Charlotte was built to crave it because of who she was, and who were they kidding, the females were just as intense and forceful when they wanted to be difficult. Don’t get her wrong, werewolves were loyal creatures to their own. Dangerously loyal and nothing escaped the wrath of a pack if you harmed one of theirs.
Females were designed to run, to make the male work. It was for life, no female was going to bond and break to a male that could not best her. To Charlotte you were a pathetic waste if you just laid down and let your male have you. No she wanted to be chased, she wanted the intensity and force. That would prove their worth to her.
Besides, nature had screwed werewolves over in a big way. Guess that was how you controlled a near immortal race. The main problem for their kind, and the point that absolutely sucked, was that they could not become aroused or have release unless it was with another werewolf or changeling. Yet they would crave it. It was absolute torture to be stuck in your body and feel the need, yet could not respond to someone.
Right now with the way that she was feeling she wanted a mate. Not a simple fuck, yet that was all she was going to get due to her pickiness. Whatever, she could maybe fake it with someone and then hunt them down afterward as her wolf. Drag them into the woods and chase them down like the monster she was. Not really take them to bed, just play with them. Tear them apart and show them just who the real predator was. Her favorite were predatory men, god she loved the look on their faces as she killed them.
Charlotte came into the bar and it was rather full, good more choices. She could sleep with any man in here, she just wouldn’t get off. No matter what they did, her body would not come for them unless they were like her. God how that sucked, but she was looking. Maybe she’d get lucky and one of them would be something she could use. A human changeling would be nice, she could use him and then leave and get a rest from the ache in her body.
Second she wanted to sink her teeth into the flesh of another. Feel their blood rush down her throat and coat her skin. Hear the screams of pain and know that she was controlling their life. The thought made the hair stand up on her body and a slow smile spread. Why should she be ashamed of what she was? Everyone had a predator did they not? Humans were forgetting that they had those like her hunting them.
As Charlotte moved up to the bar she knew that most had spotted her. She could hear a few saying things about her. Just what they thought about her. For all her years here, the couple that had tried to mate with her, the need inside of her. She really wasn’t that loose, and the only reason was because none were good enough in her eyes.
The thought was absolutely repugnant to let a lesser creature use her body. Please even among her kind she was in a class of her own. Carried a very strong line, and she would get only what she wanted. The best.
She was just like her brother, far too picky and torturing themselves. She had a feeling it was worse for males of their kind. At least sexually, she had the chance to pretend with a partner. A male werewolf wouldn’t get aroused or become hard unless said she wolf or changeling was present.
It was damn hard to find a female changeling anyways. Lucky her, that wasn’t her problem. Charlotte sensed someone coming up behind her and suppressed a growl.
“Aren’t you just eye candy, can I get you a drink?” Straight forward, to the point and oh so obvious with his scent and smile. She liked it, but she felt her lip curl looking at the man who slid next to her up at the bar. She just walked up to it and here was her first attempt. Short of killing him he wasn’t going to do anything for her. Weak, lame and out of shape. No thank you, what fun was that?
“A drink yes, anything else I believe your hand can do. I’m sure it gets lots of practice.” Her tone was haughty and she looked him over like some kind of insect that wasn’t worth the air he breathed. Which brought a very dark look to his face. She wasn’t worried, she was a hundred times stronger than he could ever be.
“Fuck you lady.” He snapped and moved away from her, she shrugged. The man had been nearly her height and wasn’t in the best of shape. Darker hair and brown eyes. Please he smelled diseased simply appalling.
Charlotte got a drink and downed it. She had several more men come up to her. She glanced at the clock. She felt a growl stuck in the back of her throat, what a horrible lot. Not even one she really wanted to take back and torture before she killed him. Looked like she was better off going out, finding some unsuspecting human and playing a game with them until she killed them.
She was very irritated and knew she was in a bitchy mood the longer she stood here and needed to tone it down. Charlotte looked over the room and noted all those that had looked at her. Even the women that looked at her with jealous or envious stares. Yeah she had a damn nice body, and they were comparing to her. Even the couple that just looked at her like she was less.
Who to pick? Her gaze moved about the room as she took a sip from her glass and looked around. Her eyes stopped suddenly on a man that was standing in the back near a dart board. The place was really like a large square. Three pool tables in the middle with other tables along the walls to sit at. The bar at the front end, and a few dart boards at the other.
The dark smoky atmosphere and décor wasn’t what she was interested in anyways. Even if it was starting to irritate her sensitive senses. The man in the back caught her attention, he wasn’t looking at her. He was talking to some short blonde haired woman and had a very relaxed and easy air about him. He was tall, built like a runner.
The shirt he wore, she could see the defined muscle of his arms and chest. Now there was a fine specimen of a man. Her gaze roamed over him thinking. How fast could he run? How smart was he? Oh this one might be the one she was looking for to play cat and mouse with.
He had brown hair that was kind of a twisted mess on his head, but looked good. Clearly he liked casual and nothing to confining. Charlotte’s taste tended to run a bit more refined. High end, those that were strong in appearance and demeanor. Who were confident and knew what they wanted and wouldn’t stop until they got it. He looked very confident, just not driven perhaps.
She let her gaze move over him a bit more. He was taller than her she could tell, and his smile was very appealing. He looked like a happy person perhaps, and while he was more on the lean side she liked the look of him. He said something to the blonde who just smiled and shook her head. He shrugged and looked up over at the bar and right at her for a second.
It was hard to tell from here but she was sure that his eyes were a dark blue. They met hers solidly. He looked at her, and then clearly looked her over and dismissed her moving on. She knew he just dismissed her by the very way he held himself and how his gaze moved about the room. Charlotte felt the hair on her arms raise and another growl in her throat.
A human had just dismissed her, whether they knew nonverbal etiquette or not. He dismissed her like she wasn’t worth much and that caught her attention instantly. She’d never had a man do that to her before, look at her and not desire her. Or at least acknowledge her presence and her gaze suddenly felt glued to this unknown man.
She picked a seat because she been standing and decided to watch him. She just might go over to him. He intrigued her now, bad luck on his part she guessed. Her animal growled in approval, it liked this mystery human. Smart and cunning prey was always the best.
