The Weaker Wolves

We had all heard the stories about how strong we used to be. Packs large enough to have real armies instead of just competing warriors, with complete banners and cities. We would fight between ourselves over petty things, like land and space, but really we were content . Everyone had a roof over their heads, food in their bellies and a smile on their faces. The humans had an idea that we were here but they were more like rumours being spoke from drunken mouths. And then it happened. First we had the plague hit. Obviously as werewolves we were unaffected but the humans were decimated. Smaller packs were starting to disappear without any warning. When the larger pack members started to drop everyone got concerned. Where were all these people going? It is believed by many that they had tried to jump on ships to France and Spain. Regardless, they were gone. The alpha of The Great Emerald Pack sent letters to the 4 remaining (albeit extremely large) Packs to meet to discuss the lands left over from the lost smaller packs. The letters flew back and forth until a date was decided on. September 1st, 1666. The separation of land was always going to cause an argument, perhaps even a war. All five alphas had their Betas, Gammas and strongest warriors with them to make sure they weren’t the weaker party in the pending ‘battle’. They all met in london, close to The Great Emerald Pack territory with the meeting going as expected. Nobody wanted to back down but they also didn’t want this to get too out of hand. After hours of discussions it was decided that everyone would get a good nights rest and they would pick it up again in the morning. They were all on guard but agreed. They would be spending the night at The Great Emerald pack house. Shortly after midnight on the 2nd of September 1666, london burned. Everything was destroyed. The city, along with most of its residents were lost. The 4 visiting alphas tried their hardest to get their men out of the city. All of them were lost, along with their men. The cries of anguish from mates trying to get to each other through the fires rang louder than the roar of the flames. The Great Emerald pack took the highest hit, with nearly 200 pack members dead. The alpha had managed to get to safety (with his mate and sons) and fled by boat. We’re unsure where he ended up but they weren’t heard from again. The remaining werewolves were at a loss. The entire English werewolf population was essentially destroyed by one bakers mistake. All the alphas were gone, as well as their higher ranking wolves. The Lunas were sure to lose their minds with grief, especially those that lost their elder training children. Within a year, the packs were gone. There was a spattering of wolves but nothing compares to the days before. What had been a community of over a thousand wolves was down to less than 300. We were east pray for anyone including humans. With no set packs and nobody to lead we were picked off. Nearly 350 years later, we are still dealing with the aftermath.