A few years ago, a rogue pack of werewolves did the unthinkable. They not only attacked humans in broad daylight, they exposed themselves for the shape shifters that they were. In front of hundreds of witnesses, they shifted openly between their forms and let the humans in on the fact that they existed. All while slaughtering and turning those they desired to join their pack. It was a brutal mess and the humans retaliated.
The humans began hunting the shifters, gathering in large parties and tracking any they could manage to find. Not only were shifters being hunted but the humans weren't stopping at the rogue pack. They hunted the any brand of shifter they could find.
He was an alpha and had lost those that followed him to the humans. He had fought to the bitter end, unable to stop the humans from killing those he sought to protect. He was the last one standing and continued the fight until the humans finally managed to put him down. Thinking he was dead, they left the corpses where they were and finally left. But, he was an alpha of his kind and ever so slowly began healing from the wounds that would have been fatal to a lesser of his kind.
Stumbling into the nearest small village, coated in dried blood and completely alone, he wasn't even sure what he sought there. In a small shop, candle light flickered in the window and a shadow moved within. Making his way to the only light in the village, he knocked on the door. A young woman opened it and immediately pulled in the wounded stranger.
She took him into her home without question. Only deep concern for his obvious wounds. Helping him the best she could, she bandaged his still healing wounds the best she could, fed him and offered him a warm bed to sleep in.
Over the next several days, she continued to tend to him, helping his already impressive abilities to heal. She had been kind, compassionate and still had no idea what he was. However, tonight was the full moon and even an alpha had to bow to the power of the moon...
(I am thinking that he would shift on the night of the full moon and turn her. She had offered him kindness and he had lost everyone else. Perhaps the need to travel with another caused him to make the snap decision? Perhaps he never intended to turn her but his animal instincts forced his hand? I am really open to discussion. The type of shape shifter he is can be completely open for discussion as well as their abilities and how many forms they can shift into.)
*I would like to play the woman in this story. I love the idea that there is a war going on between the humans and shifters in the world and the ever-growing rogue werewolf pack to deal with. Will the two of them hide for a time? Will they fight against the humans? Will they join the humans secretly and fight against the rogue werewolves who started it all?
The Male Shifter:
He is an alpha that has lost much and still had responsibility in the world.
She is a young woman, on her own in life. Living in a teeny village, she took over her deceased families shop to make enough money to eat, pay her taxes and the occasional treat for herself. She had big dreams of seeing the world but didn't have the means.
Little did she know that her life was about to be transformed into something else...