The first days of his life was spent with the pack as a normal wolf. Who his father may be is anyone's guess. But his mother was a powerful Alpha and only a powerful Garou would have been able to have her as a mate.

One day Hunts was laying in the snow watching it fall from the sky when the Alpha give the signal of danger. The adults stood up and watched as the pups lay flat in the snow as taught. The smell of a man reached them, then the shots came. The first one cut right through his mother’s head and left her confused and running in circles as she SLOWLY died.

The second shot killed both of his brothers at once. Hunts was passed confused but the call of the Alpha to flee was obeyed by the young pup.

As the pack of 11, now cut down to 6, fled the other "hunters" came out of the shadows and opened fire on us. Now down to 4 and as a hunter closed on me the Alpha leaped on him and took him down. The Alpha left him dead but the one who killed my mother killed my Alpha as well.

I saw seven "men" come with the guns they loved so much and when it was only me I howled for my mother but she never came. As Gaia would have it I got the urge to run and with Gaia's help I escaped but I cannot recall how. All I recall was waking up in a cave with the smells of a den all around me. The Red Talons had brought me into the fold. I had nearly frozen and starved to death out in the cold but I lived and my life took a turn...for the better, unless you're human.

As time passed I took on my first change. I had grown into a Jet black Lupine war machine. I learned about The Wyrm and about Men and how the two needed each other. I spoke to spirits and walked worlds.

When the time of my right of passage came, the moon was full and I took that as a good omen. We all went to a hunter's camp and were to clean the taint from Gaia's face.

We did...

As the blood flowed and the bodies mounted I found that I liked to kill the Monkeys. While caught up in the killing I came face to face with one of the hunters from that day long ago. I tore his face off of his skull. I looked and saw they all were there that day. All.... except the one who killed my mother. We found the hunters children and dragged them into the snow to freeze to death the same chance they would have left us with.

When we got back to the den we found our wolf kinfolk dead in the snow. I could smell the hunter that got away from us on the whole place. We hunted day and night but we never saw him. It seems that one of the kids was his own and he watched from the woods as we killed his friends and family. He raced back to the cave to even the score. Now I have left the pack to hunt this last hunter of his line and he seeks the same.

It's been three years and we have become kind of a fucked up reflection of the other. Our hunt has gone from coast to coast and we both nearly died at times. He isn't touched by the madness that grips most people when they see a werecritter and the touch of silver troubles me not.

Now we've hunted each other to Dallas and we begin again. I killed all the people he cared about and he took away my whole world. I have found this group and it "needs work" or they will end up dead by the hand of some wyrmspawn. I will stop and help them the best way I can for now.

They will watch over me while I sleep and I will show them Gaia's "true" will.

The only thing on my mind is ending this hunt and letting my pack's spirits rest and feel not the Rage any longer.