Dracul a glissé sur son toit, revenant à la chaleur de sa maison. Elle a posé son thermos sur sa table avant d'attraper quelques poignards d'argent et d'autres flèches. Elle voulait aller à la chasse. Les cheveux rouges dans sa capuche, Dracul est partie.
Ses bottes ont fait des empreintes dans la neige, mais Dracul a fait très peu de bruit elle-même. Elle était au bord de la forêt, lune au-dessus d'elle au loin, des loups-garous plus profondément dans les bois. Mais le terrain n'était pas le point fort de Dracul. Les arbres l'étaient. Et Dracul grimpa dans les branches robustes au-dessus. Hors de vue, clameurs d'un arbre à l'autre.
Les coups de feu qui ont sonné n'ont pas fait peur à Dracul. Sa proie ne serait pas volée si facilement. Elle faisait ça depuis un moment. Son arbalète signifierait la mort des loups-garous. La mort du plus grand nombre qu'elle ait pu obtenir.
Arrack avait des palourdes à travers quelques arbres avant de trébucher sur deux personnes. Pas vraiment trébuchés, ils n'étaient toujours pas au courant de leur prédateur. La mort se cache dans les arbres. Dracul lui a tendu les oreilles pour entendre la conversation.
"Viens avec Ted, il faut qu'on rentre."
"Tout ira bien. On n'est pas si loin. Arrête de te plaindre, Susanna."
Dracul a chargé un boulon dans son arbalète. Visant pour le mâle, probablement Ted. Elle a viré. Le boulon lui a percé le cou, c'est une pointe d'argent qui dépasse l'autre côté du cou de Ted alors qu'il s'est effondré au sol, le sang s'est répandu, la vie dans ses yeux s'est évanouie et s'est évanouie.
Dracul avait utilisé sa furtivité pour une attaque surprise. Elle a supposé que Ted serait le plus fort. Mais elle devait toujours se battre avec Susanna. Dracul jeta un poignard sur le loup-garou qui s'approchait régulièrement de sa cachette, rôdant, maintenant sous forme de loup. Le poignard lui a frappé le bras, l'arrêtant momentanément. Donner à Dracul juste assez de temps pour charger un autre boulon. Et assez de temps pour tuer la femelle. Laissant son corps sans vie à côté du mâle. En récupérant ses boulons et sa dague. Ils devaient être des loups-garous de bas niveau. C'était trop facile. Puis encore une fois, Dracul avait eu une surprise de son côté.
Samantha "Sam" Carroway
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Hetero
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Geri, second-in-command
Appearance: 5'8", lean with muscle.


Strengths: Sam is cunning, which has allowed her to become Geri: she fights dirty and she usually finds out who she is fighting and what their weaknesses are. She trains with MMA and weights so that besides the obvious strength of a werewolf, she has the upper hand on those who don't weight train - and a more even playing field with the males. Besides that, Sam is fairly intuitive and can often guess who might be coming up against her soon. Her position is a prized one, since many would like to defeat Sam for the position of pack leader. Loyal to her leader, Sam maintains her position as an additional defense.
Weaknesses: Sam is a little too involved in the pack politics, which makes her both cynical and aggressive, where perhaps coyness might work better at times. Sam has a strong case of claustrophobia, inducing a panic that can heighten her senses to painful degrees and ruin any attempt at reasoning. Very little patience or diplomatic abilities.
Personality: Although intelligent, Sam's mind works more along the lines of street smart, with book smarts only prospering when she's alone and relaxed, never in a school environment. She is active and full of life, but she is also heavily involved in the Odessa pack. As second-in-command, she can issue orders to the majority of the pack, but her orders rarely go against the will of the pack leader. She has no desire to aspire to pack leader and acts as an additional defense. Although bright and good of mood, Sam's sense of humor is frequently absent and she is more often a stern alpha than a buddy.
History: An active lifestyle spanned Sam's mundane human history. She went hiking and rock-climbing, caving and white-water rafting: she lived with vigor and joy. She didn't bother with college, instead going on extended hikes that required picking up jobs where she could for a little extra cash. She ended up in Odessa for a while due to a decent job, at which point her life changed. Sam's introduction into the werewolf world was by a werewolf passing through Odessa, seeking to create his own pack. He caught her and a few others that obviously weren't locals or well known, infected them, and kept them contained in small enclosures until he could more readily transport them. Due to the watchfulness of the Odessa pack, this lasted only a couple months and the new werewolves were collected and brought to the safehouse to recuperate - the man was, naturally, removed. Sam adapted quickly to her new lifestyle, driven by the need to escape the small enclosure. She quickly moved up the ranks due to a dislike of being a follower and the general ordinary quality of the Odessa pack, meaning her fights were not often too challenging. In her fourth fight, Sam went too far and heavily maimed her opponent to a state of near death, though he healed eventually. Due to the extreme aggression she exhibited, Sam often found her opponents backing off quickly, and became Geri by her seventh month as a werewolf. She has been a werewolf for 8 months now.
Marrec Olivier
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Hetero
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Hati
Appearance: 6'2", muscular.



Strengths:
Size - large in human form, so considerable in his other forms.
Very grounded, doesn't get distracted
Reliable, trustworthy
Weaknesses:
Size - not especially agile, not a particularly fast runner
Not particularly quick of mind or tongue
Fails at the finer points of politics
Sometimes struggles to shift
Personality: Marrec is steadfast. He might initially come off as that slow, friendly fellow from the boonies, but there's a mind behind the easy grin. He works through problems with no doubt of a solution and doesn't give in to stress or anger easily. He only responds to actual attacks on himself when he feels the other werewolf needs to be reminded of their place, but verbal assaults are rarely worth the expenditure. This, of course, changes when it comes to the pack leader; Marrec takes his position as enforcer seriously and will place his life on the line for his leader.
History: Marrec initially lived in North Carolina, but moved to Odessa, Colorado with his then girlfriend. When they eventually agreed to part ways, Marrec decided to stick around Odessa, as it had become home to him. He was a substitute teacher at the time, which led to him one day advising a very distraught teenager. When the boy became extremely distressed, he began changing. Despite Marrec managing to get the boy calmed down, he sustained several deep scratches from a growling, yellow-eyed mixture of human and wolf - just enough change to be infectious. The boy, realizing the potential concerns, told another werewolf about the very confused Marrec, who was then watched until it was clear he was to become a werewolf. Marrec found himself stepping into the strange world with friendly, helpful individuals who knew exactly what he was going through, and hasn't really looked back since then.
He was selected as enforcer recently, due to the previous enforcer dying from the witch's curse. Though there was some muttering at another unmated werewolf being selected, Marrec exhibited desirable qualities needed. His first fight was due to his promotion, since the other werewolf didn't think he was qualified. Although he won the fight, there is still doubts about his capabilities.