Hi guys! Here is the first chapter of Red Hood. I hope you all will enjoy it!

Werewolves -people that transform into monstrous wolves at night to prey on innocent souls. They are creatures that disguise themselves in human skin in order to blend into our society. Deceiving us, hiding from us-waiting to reveal themselves in the night. To prey on us as we sleep. Werewolves are to never be trusted, because if you do, they will kill you.

Chapter 1

Night descended upon MoonlightValley. Stars sparkled brightly in the cloudy sky while the moon waits to be awaken.

Five men stood waiting on the edge of their small town by the dark forest that stood before them. The leaves rustled in the slight wind that blew through the night air.

"Hey man, how long is he gonna be?" One guy with dark hair said.

"Yeah," replied another with spiky hair, "I wanna hurry and get this over with before the moon shines."

"Be patient," replied a tall man with long blonde hair. "He'll be here."

"Well, he sure likes to take his precious time. Maybe he won't show up after all..."

''He will show up," The tall male replied sternly.

The spiky haired guy looked coolly at the tall blonde. "Why are you so adamant on this kid, Clay?

Clay walked up to the spiky- haired, staring down at him with cold gray eyes.

"Because Dan," Clay said, loudly. "We should always be eager to welcome those that wish to join our pack. Besides, I have good feeling about this boy."

"You say that about every knuckle-headed kid that joins," another with thick brown hair called out.

"Ah, that may be true, Hector" Clay said, turning towards the brown haired guy. "But this one feels different."

"Do you mean that he'll be able to..."

A sound of footsteps interrupted Hector's words as the group turned towards the village. A teenage boy arrived with an exasperated look on his face. He was breathing hard with his hands resting on his knees.

"Sorry I'm late," he says quickly, standing up slowly. "I had to make sure that I my parents were asleep." The boy looked about fifteen, medium height and skinny. His brown hair stopped just beneath his eyebrows. He looked pretty plain compared to the five young men that stood before him.

Dan smirked at the fragile-looking boy and was about to make an obnoxious comment when Clay stood abruptly in front of him.

''Aah, better late than never I always say eh Conner? Welcome, welcome!" Clay walked up enthusiastically and grabbed the boy by his shoulders, dragging him towards the forest.

'Bastard' Dan thought darkly as he and the three guys trudged behind Clay and the new kid.

. . .

As the group walked down the forest path in the woods, Clay began to bore the new kid with questions.

"So, are you nervous?" Clay began, his hands still resting on the kid's shoulder.

"Just a little," replied the boy, stumbling through the woods.

Clay helped steadied him by firmly gripping the kid's shoulders.

"Careful, now," Clay said.

"Sorry," the boy muttered. "It's just really hard to see."

"Don't worry about it, you'll get used to it after tonight."

'Get used to it? Conner thought. They were literally walking in pitch darkness with the main light source being hidden in the clouds(besides the stars). He was surprised that no one had walked into a tree yet, let alone tripped and fell on his face for what he knew. So how would joining this gang help him... crack! The boy yelps as he lost his footing again. He felt himself being lifted once again by his arm and dragged up to stand on his two feet.

"Clutz" Dan had muttered, as he shoved past the skinny boy.

The group continued down the dark, narrow path in the woods until they came across a clearing lit by a camp fire. There, stood many young men dressed in black attire had gathered around the flaming light. As Clay and his group approached them, they began to move out into a circle around the fire.

"Hello, Crevan," Clay said, as he approached. A tall, dark-skinned man appeared from behind the fire.

"Welcome back Clay," the big man said, approaching Clay and the young boy with open arms. Conner looked back up at him with his mouth agape.

"So this is the new kid," he said peering down at him.

"Yes," Clay replied, tightening his grip on the boys shoulder. The boy gulped as he tried to focus his big brown eyes on his two cold ones.

"You think he is ready?" Answerd the big man.

"I know he is ready."

He glanced at the boy once agian then turned towards the men gathered around the fire.

"My brothers," he began, "Let the ceremony begin!"

A loud roar erupted from the crowd. Crevan waved the crowd to be quiet, eyeing the boy as Clay and the others abandoned his side.

"What is your name, boy?" Crevan asked, looking at him intently.

"C-Conner," he replied as he looked warily at the man towering him.

"And why have you come here today?" Crevan asked.

"Because I want to join the Black Hood," Conner quivered a bit as he let out the last sentence.

"And why do desperately want to be part of our Hood?''

"Because...because... I want to become stronger!"

Crevan raised an eyebrow as he noticed the kid's sudden change in his demeanor.

"I don't want to be a weakling anymore," Conner continued as he looked at Crevan more confidently. "I'm tired of not being able to defend myself. I want to show them that I'm strong; I need to show them that I am not to be messed with."

Crevan raised his eyebrow at the determined boy. He walked towards him, footsteps thumping against the forest floor. He looked down at Conner noticing his nervousness yet his boldness to stand up to him. Yes, he could see the defiance radiating from his eyes.

"Young Conner," Crevan bellowed, "you seem to have the courage that we were expecting. You seem to have a heart of a fighter, something we respect in the Hood. But..." Crevan paused as he looked toward the sky.

Conner looked skeptically at the big man as he held his words.

"There is one more thing you must do before you become one of us."

Conner looked surprised.

"What do you need me to do?" Conner asked. The full moon had begun to break through the dark clouds with its rays shining down on the forest.

Conner wasn't prepared for what was coming to him at that moment. It all seemed like a dream... only it wasn't. He watched in horror as the man in front of him transformed into a monster. Conner watched as Crevan roared, growing taller, his muscles rippling beneath his brown skin. He watched as fangs jut his mouth as his mouth began to extend from his face. As he grew taller, his clothes began to rip from his body. Claws grew from his hands and hair began to sprout from all over his body. What Conner saw in front of him was no longer man; it was indeed- a beast. Conner had already tripped and fallen to the ground by now as he saw the creature finish off his transformation with a howl.

He had a wolf head with golden yellow eyes with brown fur all over his body. His body looked very fit, muscles rippled under his fur and flesh. A tail had sprouted and hung to the ground.

"Become one of US!" Crevan growled at the quivering boy. He jumped as he heard the others howling like wolves. He looked around to notice that they all had transformed to wolf-like beasts, some only looked like hairy-looking men with fangs.

"You see Conner," Crevan growled, now with a wolf head, "This is what true power is!" He raised his hands to the air as he said this.

"This is the power you receive when you join the Black Hood." He waved his dark, furry hand towards the wolfmen behind him.

"This is your final test Conner. Become one of us; become part of the pack!"

Suddenly a cannon-like sound burst through the air descending among the hairy men. A cry was heard among the wolfmen. Crevan turned to see three fellow wolfmen were entangled in nets. There were three more cannon like sounds, with nets flying in the air falling on the wolfmen. They started to howl and moan in pain soon after the nets trapped them. Clay, now a wolf-like beast, had tried to rip the net only to flinch away as soon as he touched it.

"There's silver in these nets!" Clay screamed out.

"They're here," Crevan snarled under his breath. "Ran, sniff them out!" He said to a muscled man who was covered in golden hair, sharp features and bright scary eyes. He sniffed the air and pointed the out in the darker part of the forest.

"They are in the-" Ran began, but he was cut off by an arrow striking him the neck. Ran collapsed onto the dirt, bleeding profusely from the fatal wound.

Crevan cursed under his breath, and then grabbed Conner as he dodged the oncoming arrows. He howled for the wolfmen to calm down.

"Sniff them out," he roared to the remaining wolfmen as he had Conner in a choke- hole.

"Don't bother," said a young girl's voice. "We're already here."

Four girls stepped out of the shadows walking side by side each other. From the left stood a small girl who looked no more than thirteen years old stood carrying a large spear-like weapon that passed her short stature. She wore a red cap that covered her light brown hair with a cream and red striped long-sleeved shirt which was covered by the red cape that draped down to her elbows. She wore black punk pants and red sneakers. Next to her was a girl with dark skin, her blood-red cloak falling down to her ankle-high boots. She wore red and black knee high socks with dark red dress that stopped at her thighs with dark lining around the dress. She had a rather large basket with a baby blue blanket over the top.

Next, a tall girl stood next to her. She looked about sixteen years old and donned a red hooded- cloak that reached past her elbows. She wore a long-sleeved red shirt with skinny blue jeans and knee high brown boots. She had a hood over her blonde hair. Lastly, there was redhead with shoulder length hair and was just as tall as the blonde. She wore a red zip-up hoodie over a red tank top with black shorts, red socks and dark brown combat boots that stopped at her ankles. She was holding an axe that was just as long as her arm. It had a black handle with a silver blade that glimmered in the firelight.

"So you've come," Crevan sneered as he glared at the red- clad girls. The girls just looked on at the little horde of beastmen.

They all glared and growled viciously at them, jeering this way and that as if they wanted to attack but would stop for some reason.

"I take it that you ladies aren't here for our initiation party." As he said this, he tightened his grip on Conner as he kept him in the stranglehold.

"That is correct," the red-head said, her bright green eyes staring intently at Crevan's now golden ones.

"We've come here for the boy. Let him go and we might just let you live."

"Hah, like we would ever take orders from the likes of you!" Dan barked as the hairs on his back rising. The rest of the beastmen barked and growled in agreement.

"We don't want to start any trouble," the blonde girl said, "but we will use force if necessary if you don't cooperate."

"What makes you think that we will let him after what he has seen tonight? Crevan growled. "He must make the decision if he wants to live or die."

"And besides," Dan continued, "there are twenty of us and four of you. Do you honestly think you can take all of us on?"

Suddenly, a small pew sound flew in the air and one of the beastmen fell to the ground with blood spewing from his head.

"Nineteen" the blonde girl said, a smirk crossing her face.

"Are you gonna take us up on the last offer?"

Crevan growled angrily and then roared "Kill them!"

The band of wolfmen ran at the four girls.

"They always have to do it the hard way," the dark-skinned girl said as she pulled the blanket from the basket.