When I walked in earlier the older waitress definitely had a werewolf scent but I was wearing my "scent-snuffing" crystal as I called it. I got it from a rogue witch-werewolf hybrid I met when I was seventeen, but I knew it had its limits. It worked best on low level wolves and from longer distances on higher level ones but I could tell the wolves that I just smelled coming in were higher level warriors. Which meant I only had a about two minutes at most to for their noses to figure it out. I tried to act calm and quick pay for my food, I thought I was in the clear as I walked through the parking lot but I was wrong when I heard a man yell.
"Hey you!" a younger man probably in his twenties with dark almost black hair and dark eyes to match yelled walking down the steps of the diner. I turned around and with my most innocent voice responded with a "can I help you." Another guy about the same age answered back with a bit of a growl in his voice "what are you doing in our territory, Mutt."
'Wow, how original' I thought to myself as the men stride closer. I knew it was probably futile but I decided to make a break for it. Aiming for the woods seemed like my best option but I didn't know this territory and the two guys after me were catching up. So at the right moment I decided push off a tree and managed to land a kick right in the dark haired ones face causing him to fall into the other with ginger red hair. I kept running but I heard the sounds of breaking bones and knew if I didn't do something quick I'd be in trouble. I could shift but then I wouldn't be able to keep ahold of backpack that holds everything I own in it, so I took my chances and went with running as fast as I could push myself. But I guess I chose the wrong option because I was soon tackled to the ground by a red wolf fought him off using both my legs to push him off into a tree with a small yelp when his back hit. As soon as I got him off the other one was on top of me and took a bite into my arm pinning me to ground. I hissed in pain as the blood began to run and the other wolf was now helping hold me down and the last thing I remember was seeing a paw coming down on my head.
I slowly woke up to my head pounding like a I got hit by a train. As looked around the dark space and noticed I was in a cell probably in their pack house basement, their was another empty cell next to mine. It was pretty clean for a place to hold prisoners, the other pack dungeons I've been in are so old they look mid evil and reek of mildew. This one still still smells damp but it's not bad, they must have redone their pack house recently. I hear a door open and then some footsteps coming down the wooden steps.