The True Alpha of the Fallen Angel pack

Chapter 1

February, 2010

It had been seventeen years since Alpha Marcel had died. Luna Joanna followed him three days later. After severe bloodloss from clawing her own eyes out, because she wanted his face be the last she ever saw.

Although the pack was filled with grief, they did their best to protect the packhouse and the Alpha's family. But they failed. A new Alpha stepped in. Claiming to be the rightful one and killing everyone who contested him. His first act as Alpha: killing all those who stayed loyal to Marcels family. After he had killed them, he also killed the previous Alpha's family. Marcels father, brother, two teenage sons and baby died during those first days of the new Alpha's reign.

Alpha Lucien was a hard man. He did not show mercy to anyone. And Ragnar knew this. But still he had to talk to the Fallen Angel packs Alpha. He needed his help to free a few young girls captured by rogues. The rogues lived on their border and Lucien let them do whatever they want. But this was the last straw for Ragnar. He walked up to the beta, John. "I need to talk to Alpha Lucien." Ragnar said. He kept his eyes down, but he squared his shoulders to show that he meant it. "He's busy." grunted Beta John. "I don't care." Ragnar stepped forward, but in that same moment John shoved him back. "Take one more step pup and you are dead." John growled, baring his fangs. Ragnar looked John in the eye. Rage showing. His wolf was ready to pounce. As soon as he noticed what he was doing he cast his downward. He was on thin ice and didn't want to invoke the beta's rage. "I am sorry Beta. But I really need to talk to Alpha Lucien. There are young girls being held captive by the rogues at the south border." The beta considered his words. He looked Ragnar over. Searching for lies. Anything that might indicate that this was a trap for the Alpha. A trap to rid the pack of Alpha Lucien. It wouldn't be the first time. "I'll relay the message to our Alpha." John said in a low voice. "Now leave my presence pup." He spat the last word as if it was something filthy.

Pup... I am no pup.... Ragnar thought to himself. Ragnar was 19 and ready to start his own life. To find his mate and start a family. Preferably away from the Fallen Angel pack. But he still hadn't found his mate and if he would leave now he would become a rogue. That was worse than living in the Fallen Angel pack. Rogues had no rules, no code, no moral compass. Ragnar would rather die than become one.

Ragnar walked to his house. His mother, Reina, was sitting on the porch watching his little brother and sister, Clay and Cleo, playing on the lawn. They were chasing each other in a game of tag. Ragnar walked up the porch, gave his mother a kiss on her cheek and went in to the house. His father, Ragnar sr., was sleeping on the couch. Without waking up his father, Ragnar climbed the stairs and made his way to his room. He went in to his room, dropped face first on the bed and closed his eyes. Sleep took him away within a few breaths.

Loud screaming came from outside Ragnars window. He could hear his mother wailing outside and his father growling as if he was on the verge of shifting. Ragnar lifted his head groggily, but his wolf was alert and nudged Ragnars mind to full attention. Ragnar quickly lifted his head and jumped up. Stealthily he raced down the stairs and ran out of the house towards his parents. 

He saw his father holding his mother up. His little sister cowering behind them both. Ragnars eyes took in the entire scene. Looking for his little brother. Just on the edge of their lawn was a small body underneath a giant paw of a blond-gray wolf. The wolf was snarling. Protecting his prey from others. But this wasn't prey, this was Clay. Tiny 7 year old Clay. Ragnar felt the shift before he even registered what happened. His wolf ran towards the blond-grey wolf and growled at him. He saw the other wolf put more weight on his front paw, crushing Clay. Ragnar lashed out towards the wolf. He swiped for the wolfs eye. This made the wolf step back and release Clay. Ragnar could see his little brother move a little. The other wolf started going towards Clay again but Ragnar jumped up and covered Clay with his body. A loud howl erupted behind him and he saw a figure jump over him. His father, all black fur like himself, jumped in the air and bit the other wolf in the neck. He chomped down hard and tore away the flesh. Blood spurted everywhere and the wolf fell down. Dying on the spot.

Ragnars mother ran towards her husband and sons. Ragnar and his father shifted back to their human form. Standing stark naked in the middle of the street. Reina dragged Clay over the property line. Ragnar sr. and jr. walked back to their lawn with their eyes towards the street. Once the were on their property they rushed towards Clay. He was breathing, but his ribs were bruised. "We need to get him to a medical centre." Reina said between sobs. Sr. nodded in agreement. Ragnar picked up his baby brother and started walking to the pack house. Ragnar jr.  was the only one of his family who was allowed off the family property. That was Clay's only offense. The only reason that their neighbour thought it was okay to attack a seven year old boy. And now Ragnar sr. was a dead man for killing his neighbour and stepping off his property.