Zak stopped at a spot in the forest and started shrugging off his clothes. He shifted into the white wolf. He held his clothes in his mouth as he started to quickly run towards the howling sound. The scent of new wolves were in the area. He wanted to growl, but of course he couldn't. They could have been packmasters themselves.
Arriving upon the large group of werewolves, he noticed the three newer ones. He stood next to his parents.
"What's going on?" he asked. His parents whined.
"We don't know," they said. Zak lifted his hears, listening to all the conversations of the pack of wolves, but soon heard his packmaster, Adony, howl, to quiet them down.
"We have our brotherhood joining us today. This packmaster has come a long way, in search of someone," he said. From the other side of the trees, a black wolf and two unshifted wolves were walking next to him, holding traveling bags.
"Thank you," the black wolf said to Adony. Something seemed familiar about the scent linked to this packmaster. "My name is Jericho. I am part of the Canadian Wolf tribe that settled here so long long ago. In our pack, it is in the rulebook that we may own one slave for a lifetime. Mine has escaped, 5 years ago and moved quickly. I had no luck finding her up until a few weeks ago, but her family moved her here. I've tracked her scent here. This is a photo of the escaped slave girl, ." One of the unshifted werewolves pulled out a photo, and started showing it to the wolves. Zak tried not to freak out when he saw it was Holly, chained up in a cabin. He breathed normally, unsure if Jericho saw him flinch. He needed to get her scent off of him before he catches on that he knew that he seen Holly.
"Please don't attempt to capture or kill this girl, she is too terrified of me to move a muscle. I would like to be the one to bring her back home," he chuckled. Zak almost growled and took a stand, before realizing this werewolf was much, much older than he was. Looking at the length of his tail, he has to guess he was over a hundred years old. Only those who could go through a full moon without shifting was granted the power to stop their aging.
"You're all dismissed," Jericho said, then looked quickly at Zak. "May I talk with you?" he asked, then looked at the other teenage werewolves. "All of you," he said, then backed up into a clearing of the forest. The boys followed him, and knelt down in the clearing, a sign of respect. Jericho chuckled, loving this feeling of power.
"This slave girl's name is Holly. She is old enough to be in high school, maybe in some of your classes," he began. Zak stared at the other werewolves, knowing that a few of them had in fact seen her this morning when she freaked out. He hoped they wouldn't snitch her out. "Have any of you seen her yet?" he asked.
Zak kept his head down, as did the others. He felt grateful, that they were not going to hand her over. Jericho snorted. "Keep an eye out. She will be a new student sometime this week. You are all dismissed," he said. The pack split up, including Zak who grabbed his clothes and quickly ran towards town. He stayed in the boundaries of the forest line as he searched for Holly's scent. Jericho must not have been a good tracker, or didn't understand the mechanics of scents. When moving to a new place, the new area usually changes the scent of a person. He found the scent he had earlier, and followed it to her home, staying in the backyard forest line. He would wait here and make sure no one showed up. He was claiming her, and no one could touch her if she was claimed.