Alpha Of The Night

Chapter 1

The night was dull and loaded with secrets. The forest below was illuminated in a menacing glow by the low moon in the sky. The dense layer of leaves and undergrowth muffled the sound of a single figure moving through the trees. It became clear as the figure got closer that it was a young woman with unruly hair and bright, alert eyes. She wore a torn and worn-out dress that stuck to her body, uncovering the bends of her hips and the swell of her bosoms. Alice was a werewolf. Her name was Alice. She had been brought into the world with the scourge of the wolf, her body changing every month under the illumination of the full moon. For quite a long time, she had battled to control her savage senses, battling against the inclination to go crazy and free through the woodland. In any case, this evening was unique. This evening, she felt an odd draw in her chest, an impression that was both exciting and startling. She had the impression that some part of her was telling her to let go, to embrace the wolf that was inside her, and to let it take control. Alice wavered, her heart hustling as she thought of her as a choice. That's what she knew whether she yielded to her wolf, she would lose herself totally, turning out to be just a savage creature driven by impulse and bloodlust. And yet, she wanted to feel attracted to the opportunity and power that accompanied giving up. With a full breath, Alice shut her eyes and let herself go. Her body writhed, her bones breaking and moving as she changed into her wolf structure. Her fur was thick and dark, her eyes blasting with an inward fire as she cried at the moon. For a long time, she went through the woodland, her faculties increased and her body bursting at the seams with the excitement of the chase. She pursued bunnies and deer, her teeth sharp and her paws attacking tissue. She felt alive in a manner she had never encountered, her body moving with a beauty and power that was both frightening and elating. Alice began to feel a growing sense of exhaustion as the night progressed. Her appendages developed weighty and her faculties dulled, the excitement of the chase giving way to a feeling of exhaustion and void. Gradually, she advanced back to her human structure, falling onto the ground as her bones adjusted and bent back properly. Her body was covered in sweat and blood as she lay there briefly, gasping for air and panting. Yet, even as she lay there, depleted and spent, Alice felt a feeling of rapture flowing through her veins. It had been the most thrilling and powerful moment of her life when she had caved into her wolf. As she lay there, lolling in the radiance of her change, Alice really wanted to think about what else the world had come up for her. What different experiences lay ahead, holding on to be discovered? Little did she know, her life was going to veer off in a sensational and strange direction, driving her down a way that would challenge all that she assumed she had some awareness of herself and her general surroundings.