Fallen Moon

Tyrant

MARCUS POV

I stood on the roof top over looking the pack's territory as the strong rustling wind blew my brown first. I went around the pack with a sense of warmth and satisfaction. This was my pack now and I had become an alpha of this pack through the most devious thing I could think of. Luna's rule was an already forgotten memory, and I loved the power I now wielded.

Under my leadership,the pack became more disciplined and organized but everything always came with a cost. I ruled with my iron arms and the fear bestowed on my people was my greatest weapon.

I mind linked the pack members in my territory summoning them for a meeting. The wolves gathered together with a sign of respect and trepidation filling their eyes. I looked at them glaring into each one of their eyes, making them know their place.

“Tonight,we would hunt,” I said out loud with a authoritative and cold voice. “I will not tolerate failure from anyone and anyone who fails would be dealt with thoroughly. Am I clear,”

The wolves gathered nodded their head as fast as they could, understanding the threat immediately. My punishments were quick and brutal, they all knew my ways and my impatience against weakness.

A young beta wolf, barely more than a pup, quickly stepped forward.” My alpha, the southern boarders has been encroached upon by a rival pack,” he shouted with a trembling voice.

My eyes swayed towards him” who leads this rival pack,”

“An old enemy, victor,” the young beta wolf replied.” They have been trying to breach our defenses for days,”.

I smiled with a smirk on my face giving out a predatory look.” Victor will learn the hard way,we will teach him why our pack is not supposed to be messed with. Assemble the patrol unit, we will show them the consequences of this action they took,”.

The patrol was quickly organized under my leadership. They moved through the forest with lethal efficiency. Catching Victor’s pack off guard. The fight was swift and brutal,with me incharge of the operation. Victor dispatched himself leaving no doubt about his leadership and ruthlessness.

Back in the camp, whispers of dissent reached my ears. A group of my pack members have been speaking ill about my leadership methods, longing for the days when Luna's rule was much kinder and compassionate.

I wanted no time as I clenched my teeth, calling out for a public gathering bringing out the ill sayers forward. “ You dare to question my leadership?You fools,” I snarled, my eyes brimming with anger.

One of the older wolves, named barak,came out of the crowd boldly.” The rules you set under this pack are too harsh, Marcus, because of it we all live in fear. This is not the way of a true alpha,”

My response was quick and impatient. I lunged towards barak, slicing him with a single bite at his throat. The other ill sayers watched in fear as barak’s body fell down to the ground.

“What you all have witnessed today, should serve as a lesson to all of you,” I growled with my voice echoing filling the atmosphere “ anyone who tries to oppose me or speak ill of me would suffer the same fate,”

The wolves hearing my authoritative voice lowered their head to the ground with their spirit broken but the brutal display they all witnessed. Seeing this warmed my heart giving a warm feeling in my body. I knew that fear was one of the best tools to use to obtain control, I had no need of love or loyalty nor respect; I knew fear would keep them or anyone in line.

Despite my power over the pack, I managed the packs day-to-day issues efficiently as long as everyone was in order. I allocated the resources meticulously, making sure the strongest thrived and the weak suffered and perished,making the pack strong, aggressive and formidable and feared by neighboring rivals.

I dealt with the pack's issues decisively, often using violence and their fear to enforce my decree. Territorial disputes between some territories are settled through a brutal fight to the death and the winner emerges stronger and more loyal to me under my rules.

Through fear and my rules I maintained a high rate of order. The pack hunted more efficiently and guarded our borders more efficiently as days slowly went by, but beneath this fear I put in them resentment still simmered a little as the wolves yarned for the days when their former alpha who cared for them rather than me who was a tyrant that ruled them with fear and terror.

However I paid no attention to their silent needs or wants. As far as I was concerned I needed to perfect this pack to reach its peak with strength and stability standing at it's side and any means were justified to me to maintain the power I had. As far as I know my reign over this pack would continue unchallenged by anyone as long as I could crush my enemy with my claws.

As alpha, I enjoyed privileges no other wolf could claim. My den was the largest and best suited for me,giving me both comfort and a nice view point. I had the first pick of every kill after every hunt, indulging in the most appealing parts while the rest of the pack waited for their turn.

My display of superiority was not just about satisfying my hunger; it was a daily ritual that reinforced my dominance in the pack. I also enjoyed the loyalty of a select few pack members who thrived under my rule. These sycophants, eager to gain my favor trust and trust, would bring me news and gifts, hoping to curry favor,flatter me to avoid my wrath. I basked in their adulation, using their flattery to bolster my already high ego.

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