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This does get rather bloody and descriptive so you've been warned.

My heart pounded as I ran from my enemy. My gun sheltered by my chest, my breath coming in short shallow gasps as the humid hot exhiliration of my heart beating leaving my lips in a visible vapor into the cold air. I took a peek from behind a tree gun at the ready for the pursuing enemy, they weren't far and they were being careless as I could hear twigs and trees snapping in the forest as clearly as the cracks of whips.

The footsteps continued as they became louder to my trained ears. I readied my rifle and prepared to end a man's life whose crime was no greater then being on the wrong side, well that and shooting at me trying to end my damn life too. Paytback is a bitch when it comes to my life and the value of it. He entered my visual range of my assault suit with my therma scanners on my goggles lighting up his heat signature like a flare in the night.

I shouldered my rifle and aimed the poor bastard didn't have any time to shit his pants as the shot pierced his head with a thundering crack from my rifle. Blood shot out of the wound spraying the snow and trees with a crimson not that much diffrent than the color those horrible Santa suits that the salvation army guys wear. The body drops with a loud thud as the shouts of close support for the fallen comrade. I turned too late to save myself.

Shots rang through the silent forest as I was dimly aware of the pain throughout my body from multiple slugs piercing the armor and punching through the soft insides of me. I spun on my heels and the ground rushed at me greeting my entry into hell itself with a deceitful congregation of snow. As the cold poured into the holes in my armor my vision faded as I propped myself against a tree to die the blood pouring through the holes in my armor replacing the cold with wet and staining the innocent snow with a crimson of war, lies, politics, and worse of all hate. Not the hate stemmed from the war, my hate my seething fury of dying along out in a forest without friends, family, or my lover to cry upon as my death rattle leaves my throat. But, unfortunatly my time to die wasn't then nor would it be as I thought of how I came to be in this death trap.

My unit the 82nd Wolfpack shipped out in 2032 with the 45th Dragonsbane to the shores of germany which under collapsing pressure from the U.N. and yet another new group rebels to restore the old government from germany. We were sent in as a peacekeeping force as "consultants" which generally ment us doing black ops. How I arrived in my present situation was a classic tank ambush Most of the unit was wiped out they were the lucky ones. The unlucky ones whos screams were left in my mind as the treads crushed to death screaming for their commander to help them as the blood was squeezed out by almost 50 tons of metal leaving a heaping mass of entrails in the snow mixed and mangled with armor and gun casing. I ran pursued by the GLF or the German liberation forces. I ran and ran hoping for some communication anything, radio static anything that might be heard by the U.N. or the 45th to respond but nothing. Which brings me back to here with my vision fading into nothing but hallucinations if my enemy having their flesh rended by ghosts in front of me. Two soldiers stood back to back as a ghost swung and ripped his head off blood pouring into the snow around the decapitated body while the other one has his torso slashed and his entrails spilled out onto the ground his blood mixing in with his brother in arms.

I felt a tuging and wondered when the ghosts would take my life next. But I was being carried in my 300 pounds of body and military equipment and the only sensation I could feel was warmth and the cold at the same time. A cold wet sensation around the many gunshot wounds followed by a warm sensation that i though was pain either a biting or a pair of tweezers yanking out the bullets that were lodged in my body, Pain enveloped me as I went to sleep.

"He's been asleep a long time mother"

Visions.

"Yes but he will be the one."

Swimming in my head,

"Can he really save our us?"

Wolves,

"I believe he can son"

Flashes of jaws.

"But he is not our kind"

Not gnashing teeth.

"No but he can be if it is his choice."

Smiles. Not. Evil.

I awoke with two feelings one was another presence in the room another was the feeling of being naked. Boith were not good in my mind right now as I had no clue as to were I was. My vision swam at my sudden movementand blindness enveloped me again as I fell ulling the sheets down upon me and hitting the floorwith a dull thud.

"Ow damn it!" I climbed back to my feet with a hand grasping the bed to pull my weight up. My vision was blurry but my hearing was ok.

"The fallen soldier is awake finally." Female voice very cold very calculating and yet loving like a mother who lets her son know he's done a wrong ye praise him at the same time a soothing voice.

"Who are you? Why can't I see? Where am I?" Questions poured out of my brain asking things that I had no idea of where who or what I was talking to or being in existence around.

My vision went from blurry to being able to see close but my far sighten vision was yet to return. I saw a figure clothed in whit sitting on a couch that was attended by people in clack coats trenchcoats with leather pants with silver feathery linings. Un able to make much sense of my surroundings I sat down upon the bed noticing that all my gunshot wounds were gone. Was I dead? Did I go to heaven or did Hell decide to play nice for once?

"I am Nuo, Mother of five and leader of our little village" she placed an emphasis on village as if to substitute it.

"You eyesight will return in time as with that many gunshot wounds I'm surprised we found you alive at all, Even your armor couldn't stop those rounds and my son had trouble prying you out of it."

"And for the final answer to your question you are in the guest bedroom of my estate secluded from any prying eyes."

"How long have I been out for?" I had to know how long it had been.

" One week." I don't know why but that answer sent shivers down my spine. I was alone, I was scared, and I was bloody naked.

"One more question."

"Yes?"

"May I have some clothes?"

"No" Instantly I was puzzled they all had clothes on.

"Why not, you have clothes on." I heard her feet touch the floor and soft footsteps coming towards me as my vision began to clear the whole way farsight returning but as it did my head spun and I looked down to steady myself. A hand no a furry glove grabbed my face. "We are not what you expect." I looked up and met yellow eyes with a snout of white fur with silver and grey mixed in with it. The furry glove was a clawed hand as I stared at her slender body. Meduim firm breasts built physique and a tail wth fur all over. I was staring at something out of my childhood dreams I was staring at a true to life Werewolf.