The program of the Science wolves where very tormenting and dangerous. Often kids have been ripped away from their parents, the government makes sure they have healthy genes. The kids are then pretty much made braindead before the government injected a Werewolf gene into them creating a monster of a creature. The program had started when werewolves populations had skyrocketed and out of control, the government was fearful of wolves taking over so they created hunting dogs is what they called them. These mutated humans were made ultra-aggressive and hostile to any werewolf scent, trained and even some wolves were captured and used as first targets for the young pups.

As they got older the Alpha as they called him made sure everyone was ready to be sent out often finding any weakness at all and slaughtering them before they even got a chance to react. Alexander was a lucky one that survived all of it and had been sent out to hunt many years ago and often traveled with another wolf with him and the hunter as well. They had crossed paths with a pack when he was younger, the hunter started to fire, and Alexander and the other wolf took aim at any wolf daring to fight. His jaws snapped necks and claws tore into flesh with ease, it was a horrifying first hunt but his aim was caught off as he smelled wolves escaping.

Giving chase he had almost caught up with a younger female, a snarl escaping his jaws till he hears whines as his ears perked, seeing pups cowering behind her. His dark and dangerous eyes stared at her for a brief moment but slowly backed away giving her a look of run or its over. Only when the other GM went after her did his blood rage really show as he attacked and slaughtered his own companion and made sure she and the pups got away. The hunter punished him severely for his morals still there and was reprogrammed and released back to hunt.


It had been years since that terrible night, but his slaughter-fest was never over, his jaws and claws saw the death of fifty wolves every year. It was the number that would keep him alive, and out of the Alpha's jaws. His human form walked through a town that was deserted as many wolves feared and knew when hunting season began.  He was a defect from many other GM that killed mindlessly, he still held onto a shred of morals, just something to make him feel less of a monster though he was aware of the lives he took.

His eyes caught sight of the female and looked at her, the same dark eyes that looked at her all those many years ago. His head tilted slightly looking at her slightly and smirked amused "You're not the prey in question, unfortunately. A word from you holds no say in what is around and not around. I will do as I please, stay out of my way and you don't get hurt" he said lowly in a dangerous tone, ready for a fight if needed but he wasn't seeking a fight not yet anyway. She smelled like a werewolf and his intent was to kill but as it was the afternoon he never attacked during the day.

"Besides shouldn't you be hiding anyway? You know we kill your breed" he said  GM never spoke they only attacked and killed. To find one that spoke and let alone didn't attack without even a reason was near impossible to see these days. But he wasn't interested in a  fight, many wolves also attacked GM and he didn't blame them. His long blade hair covered his face mostly but his eyes the same dark void that stared at her those many years ago.