[ EU ] A dystopian future where a pack of Big ( Bad ) Wolves terrorize the human population , and the only saviors are a group of female warriors donning red cloaks/hoods .

I was in hiding with my bretheren. The full moon was shining, covering everything with silvery light. My vision enhancer drowned out this romantic nonsense. 
 
 The familiar smell of humans was strong in my nose. It made my mouth water. It all played out in my mind. 
 
 The chase. 
 Oh, those humans liked to run. But they never stood a chance. They just had no feel for the pack. That was half of the fun. 
 
 The kill. 
 First you hamstring them, then you go for the throat. That incredible feeling of blood running down your fur. 
 
 The feast. 
 There was nothing that even slightly compared to the taste of human. The thought that it was a sentient being before becoming your meal made it so much tastier. Sweeter? Heartier? Everyone in the pack would tell you something different, but everyone was sure: It was the best taste. 
 
 There they were, clear as day in my infrared: Three of the small ones and two of the big ones. I think they call this a family. What a useless, small pack. Not good for hunting and even less for protection. Once they had weapons to fight back. In those days, even a single human would be a danger to the pack. But not anymore. 
 There was a tension in the air. It made my hair rise. My brothers were getting ready for the hunt. 
 The humans were in the perfect position to strike. We all saw it. There was no need for a signal. Hunting instincts. 
 
 I could only imagine what they would see. Three big grey wolves would lunge out of the bushes by the road. 
 I stopped fantasizing when I heard their satisfying scream. They broke into flight. Yeah, thats good! 
 
 Suddenly, there was an unexpected noice. A high pitched yowl, full of pain. That's not how the hunt worked. I felt that one of us was not in his place. Caught between following the prey and fighting down my instincts I took a moment to long to turn. 
 
 A second yowl. Not unlike the first one. 
 
 Then I heard a voice behind me. `` What are you thinking, dog? `` A creepy, high pitched human voice. It was very calm. That was not how one should react to their masters. There was nothing behind me, except for me bleeding and dying brothers. Something was wrong. The blood rush of the hunt, all that sweet adrenaline still pumping through my veins made it hard to collect my thoughts. I could n't see the human, regardless of my nightvision. So I took it off to rely on my other, naturally sharp senses. I could hear the wind rustle the dry leaves, I could feel it in my fur. No other sounds except for the voice a few seconds ago. 
 Earthy, musky smells. Foilage. Wolf blood. 
 
 A single sting in my side. 
 
 I managed to turn my head, before the poison worked. I lost control of my body, but not of my senses. I barely managed not to panic. 
 
 I could see... her. 
 
 A human girl. White garments under a billowing cloak in the color of blood. When she lowered her crimson cowl I could see her eyes. They were human, but there was something in that icy blue. Something I thought only we had on this planet. The will to kill to survive, the will to hunt combined with a malicious intelligence. There was no smell. While my eyes saw her and my ears heard her voice, she did n't exist for my nose. 
 
 She knelt down beside me, grabbed in one of the pockets of her suit and took out some pliers. The pain nearly made me black out when she broke out my fangs, but I could n't move a muscle. 
 
 `` This is a message'', she said. `` Tell your pack we wont be your prey anymore.'' 

