The Lost Alpha's Mate

Deep in the snowy mountain ranges far from the sight of man, a group of people huddle together inside a cave. Women, children and a few elderly people sit as close to the campfire as they can while the men keep watch at the entrance to the cave. The air was heavy with pain and anticipation as no one dared to break the solemn silence, except for a young child whose cry cut through the night air but was quickly silenced by his mother's gentle hushing. Each and every member of the group had similar features, tanned dark skin, deep golden eyes and dark thick hair. The seemingly oldest member of the group raised her eyes and gave a small chuckle. "Come now, dear ones..." the woman spoke softly yet her voice resonated around the cave walls. "Let's not lose hope just yet. After all... We still have hope in the Lunar Flower." A small child gently and tentatively moved closer to the old woman and tugged on her tattered sleeve "What is the Lunar Flower, Nonna?" he asked curiously his golden eyes shimmering and dancing with the light of the fire. The old woman laughed as she pulled the child into her lap gently to begin her tale. "The Lunar Flower is not a what, little one. It is a who... Many moons ago, when the Moon Goddess herself walked these lands, a great war rage between our people and the Rangers. Sadden by the s*******r of her favorite creations, she bestowed a great power on one of our kind. A young ash grey Omega named Shiba. Although Omegas are considered useless in a fight, our Goddess saw the fire and passion of her people in Shiba's eyes and granted her a gift. This gift was in the form of a single tear drop that rolled down her face. As the silvery tear of pure starlight touched the ground, it grew up into a magnificent rose that pulsated with the power of the Goddess herself. Cautiously, Shiba stepped closer gently touching a petal with her velvety nose. The rose burst into blinding light causing Shiba's fur to turn as white as snow and her howl to cause the very earth to shake beneath her feet." " Shiba would go on to end all wars and finally bring peace and prosperity to the world of werewolves but... This gift came with a terrible price... She would remain immortal and would have to watch as those she loved grew old and eventually passed on... Her heart broke to the point where she begged the Moon Goddess to revoke her gift... But what the Goddess has given cannot be returned... Instead, our Goddess caused Shiba to grow old and return to her infant self every few generations, so that she too may enjoy her life, find her mate, grow old once more but never die... It is said that Shiba has been returned to her infant self once more and she will rise once more to protect her people and to restore peace to our world. So you see little ones... There is nothing to fear, we must be patient and trust that the Moon Goddess has not forsaken us. For soon, the Lunar Flower's howl will shake the mountains and her white fur will shine brighter than the moon into this world of darkness and shadows." As Nonna finishes her tale, soft murmurs and gasps of amazement echo around the cave as hope begins to warm their fost bitten bodies from the inside out. A single man now stands at the mouth of the cave turning his head to look at his pack behind him, muttering under his breath so that the others do not hear him "I hope you are right Nonna... I really hope so." Unbeknownst to the pack inside the warm cave, shadows move through the night. Their forms darker than the night itself with glowing red eyes and fangs that shine sinisterly. The kill squad of werewolves stalk ever closer to the light of the fire as the icy winds howl around them, covering their tracks and their scents almost nonexistent. As silent as ghosts, the pack in the cave didn't stand a chance. All that was heard was a few muffled screams and a single whimper into the cold night air...