Avenging Luna

The Attack

Shifting into my wolf-form in midair, I relished the chance to run wild in a new place.  While the Horizon pack was our ally, they lived at the eastern edge of the territory, and their land was half a day's journey from our own.  We rarely visited their home and I never before had the chance to explore here.  With a bright crescent moon to guide me, I explored every nook and cranny of their forest.  Tired from the long night of exploration and with sunrise nearing, I finally made my way back to the compound. That's when the screaming began. 

The terrified cries of women and children shattered through the forest, followed by feral growls of wolves. As I neared the packhouse clearing, I could see the entire Horizon pack locked in battle with hundreds of rogues.  The rogues had attacked without warning, waging war against all. Women and children screamed as their warriors fell to the invaders and were slaughtered mercilessly.  Even the pack's alpha, desperately trying to defend his own, collapsed on the grass, blood pooling from his many wounds.  And then my mother.  When she heard the noise, she rushed outside with the other women.  But, when the others ran, she planted herself between them and the rogues, determined to help the women and children flee.  Known widely as a gently healer, she lashed out with all her might, killing five of the rogue warriors before she was overcome.  I watched, frozen in horror, as they ripped out her throat and left her to bleed to death.   

Had it not been for my wolf, I would have certainly met the same fate.  She sprang into action, taking over my mind and body, as we ran at breakneck speed away from the packhouse.  A few rogues tried to follow, but in vain.  Alpha blood from both sides of my family flowed through my veins, and I was as fast as any warrior, especially some rogue scum.