PROLOGUE-September 28th, 1990
September 28th, 1990
The night sky sparkled with millions of stars, loomed above. Strong winds blew, moving the leaves on the trees and the ground into a rhythmic song. Not a lullaby, or a pop, yet something with a bit extra sway, sending the leaves in a frenzy. Kicking up a storm.
In the middle of the night, a brown wolf with gray eyes and a black patch of hair on its left back foot dashed through Shimmerhelm's forest in a desperate attempt to save its young Alpha, who was tucked within its mouth, in a cloth bundle.
A hammering heart plummeted in its chest as it looked back now and again to make sure their enemies didn't pursue them. With each step, run, or jump, the ground rocked beneath his paws as it landed, pushing himself faster and faster.
The next Alpha in line, life was in jeopardy because of a conflict between the wolf's pack and that of their adversary. A loyal guard of Alpha and Luna David saved the heir's life just in time so that one day they could return and restore peace to their homeland.
Searing pain troubled the wolf's side, prompting him to whelp in agony, shifting from side to side hoping to find some momentary comfort. Surely, if he kept going, the anguish would be forgotten; at least until the heir was secure and out of harm's way.
In a skirting pursuit to escape their captors, the wolf dodged through trees, jumped over fallen tree trunks and under broken branches.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Its paws sounded in the quiet of the forest, shaking up the leaves along.
He continued running until he came across an opening, then released the bundle in his mouth and pushed it onto the territory of the nearby pack with its snout.
After making sure his Alpha was safe, the wolf turned around and raced in the opposite direction, trying to steer the pursuers away from finding the Alpha.
Blood gushed out in spurts as he collapsed to the forest floor, seeking comfort among the fallen leaves. He had no strength to continue. The important thing was his Alpha was safe, so even if he succumbed to the injury in his side, he would’ve successfully preserved the future of his pack.
On the Silver Moon Pack territory, another Alpha issued his soldiers orders to discover the missing Alpha heir and to make sure that the mission was a success in safeguarding the Silver Moon Pack Alpha title and its members.
The determined and vile Alpha knew that without a dead Alpha, he wouldn't be able to rule over the low-life pack without the return of their heir to take the throne. Needless to say, he couldn't and wouldn't allow that.
Moments later, the guards returned with news following hours of searching that they lost both the wolf and the Alpha’s heir. The man was not pleased with this and went through a thirst for blood and killed all the members of the pack and let their blood soak up the lands.
"If I cannot be their alpha, nobody will. When I'm done with this place, there wouldn't be anyone to rule. Burn it! Kill them and burn it all to the ground. " Were his last words before he ignited the fire on the lands.
Screams of anguish and pain echoed through the forest as men, women, and children pleaded for rescue.
The bearded man simply stood, a fit of anger like no other in his chest and determination for revenge at his fingertips. “We’re done here!” He exclaimed and left, onward to further his mission in finding the missing heir and Alpha.
