CHAPTER 9 - WOLVES OF THE EAST
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ROY’s POV
Finally, I get to talk.
Hey, it’s Roy, yes I’m talking to you that’s reading this.
Yes I can do that.
Funny how a whole picture can be painted from one perspective and I don’t blame her really.
Alaena that’s her name, watching her body lie still on the ground with slow breaths indicating life was still there.
For over an hour, I stood watch over her body while Mahina showed her what she needed to see.
You also have a lot of questions I’m sure.
Why did I save her life on multiple occasions?
Why am I here?
What do I have with Mahina?
Why did I kill Alpha Moraxes, Alaena’s father?
The short answer is Prophecy.
The long answer? Well, I have to take you back in time for that.
My pack the Silvermanes ruled over the Eastlands for as long as the old texts remember.
The war with the Western wolves was tagged many things by different people.
The needless war, because some sections believed our Alpha should not have killed Alpha Lance’s son in the first place.
The ancestors' war, because some believed it was a war of many generations ago and it was only fought to keep and honor tradition.
To me? Fair game.
Everything was fair game to me. What did you expect?
A chance to kill rival wolves I was trained to hate from a young age?
A young heir who needed to prove he was capable of leading his people. Honestly I couldn’t ask for a better opportunity.
And don’t get me started with my powers.
I will be honest, my pack did get the pick of the powers.
Iron claws?
Shadow melding?
Super speed?
I manifested all three at once on my 16th birthday, it was unheard of because the normal age was 18years.
I was a prodigy.
Again what would you do in my shoes?
The Moonfang pack.
The River pack.
They made up the remaining parts of the Eastlands.
All seemed well, until 2 years ago.
One morning we were greeted with a cold chilly wind, and within an hour our land was greeted with a strange white thing that would fall to the ground and melt into water.
We will later find out its name.
Snow.
Our grand healer Old man Titus as we used to called him rushed out of his chambers sounding a warning.
“Children of the snow!”
“Children of the snow!”
He screamed
“They’re here!”
What followed were the now familiar screams of the Croonies.
We were under attack.
I was in my shed when the attack had started.
The chilly weather made my bed extra cozy.
And Sofeya oh Sofeya was making it all the more Cozy that particular morning.
What I’d give to go back to that moment in time and stay there.
Even though I was going to make Sofeya leave that morning because Lisa was supposed to come later that day.
What? I got bored easily.
If I survive this and we get the chance to talk again I’ll tell you about my adventures with Sofeya and maybe Lisa too, or when they both -
No no!
Back to the story.
I heard the screams and rushed out of my shed.
And I was standing face to face with a Croonie.
It was in-front of my shed as if it had been waiting on me .
But the strange thing was it did not attack me.
It stood there scanning me and then turned and left.
The attack ended as quickly as it started, the sun immediately pierced through the clouds that had formed and the chilly weather had disappeared.
The damage on the other hand.
Irreparable.
My Father The great Alpha Cyrus “Ironclaw” Silvermane was killed. Murdered in cold blood by these strange creatures.
The wolves of the West probably thought those two years of peace were because we wanted it.
No, it was the disaster that befell us.
The responsibility of leading my people was now on me.
The first thing I did was stop the raids and attacks on the Westerners and bolster our defense.
If we were to be attacked by them or The Croonies we would be ready.
Much to our surprise, to my surprise we got a message from the Westlands.
They had also encountered the Croonies in their parts and it confirmed my fears.
This was way bigger than we first thought even with the silence for 2 years.
We would need all the help we could get, yes even from people I considered enemies from birth.
The location for the meeting was set in Border Pack territory.
That was fine by me, my team and I were satisfied with the scouting reports of the designated meeting place.
By now you’d know things don’t go according to plan around here, we walked right into an ambush before we could reach the meeting place.
Not an ambush by the Western wolves, it was an ambush by the Croonies.
I was with some of my best men and my closest friend Cole Shiro of the Moonfang pack.
Till now I know nothing of his whereabouts, I found myself outnumbered badly and separated from the rest.
For the first time, I felt I wasn’t going to make it out of a battle.
I was able to take down a couple with my Iron Claws but they were just too much.
That was when Mahina came to my rescue, a bright light followed by squeals of the Croonies.
The ones that didn’t die ran for the bushes.
Mahina took me to the center of the swamp and healed me of my injuries.
There she told me what was going on, she told me about the history of my people with the Amber-Hart pack.
She also told me how I have a role to play in a much bigger prophecy, how I’m the one to help the moon child in her journey.
And I must go through it with her because that is how I save my people.
I still don’t get that part but I’m here and already knee-deep in it, the only thing to do is see it through.
Sh*t Alaena’s moving, it means she is about to wake up.
I wonder how she’s handling everything Mahina showed her.
I’m going to leave you a question before I get back to risking my life for someone who wants me dead.
If I was busy fighting the Croonies in the bushes of the swamp when the meeting was supposed to be happening…
… Who killed Alaena’s father?
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