The Alpha's Hellhound

Haunted woods Golden Summit Pack "In the thick Culloden woods, where the trees stretch high in the sky, blocking out all sunlight, There is a pack of demon wolves who are direct descendants of Hades. They are known as hellhounds. Said to be the fallen soldiers of the goddess brought back to life by the eternal flame to do his bidding. They catch fire when awakened and will burn anything in their wake. It is said that the dense fog is not a fog at all but a thick layer of smoke that hangs low in the forest, making it even more dangerous to venture in. The woods are said to catch fire in the center and never stop burning, but from the outside, you see nothing. The portal to hell is in the center of those woods, allowing the hellhounds to cross over as they please. No one dares venture into the forest, for they fear they will never come back out. "Boo!" A piercing scream rings through the night from my not-so-little sister. You would think she was about eight years old, but in realit

Head in a fog Golden Summit Samson My brothers and I have been on a strict schedule all week to prepare for our alpha ceremony on Sunday. From meeting with allies to discussing enemy packs. Brushing up on the laws of the pack and speaking with pack members individually to assure them of our competence to lead. It’s Friday, and I had planned to train all day. I woke at 4:45 and changed into shorts and sneakers. I started by running the territory. I ran up and down every road where the pack cottages are, then went for the border. After about 15 minutes of running the border, I make it to Culloden Woods. The sun is starting to rise, and the orange hues glisten in the woods. Even then, it doesn’t cut through the thick fog. It just illuminates it, giving the effect of a fire with smoke. I walk forward, right to the edge of our territory, toward the woods. Just as I am about to cross it into the woods, a hand grabs my arm and yanks me back roughly. I turn and snarl, only to be met with

Stripping in the woods Fusilis Andricia I wake up before sunrise, like always, and immediately throw on my training clothes. I tie my hair up in a high ponytail and head out of my room straight for the training field. The ash-filled soil crunches under my boots in the crisp fall air. When I make it to the training ground, I see all my warriors stretching out and running a lap to warm up. "Partner up!" I shout as they all immediately stop what they are doing and immediately partner up. Their partners match in size and skill based on their rank. They immediately begin sparring in hand-to-hand combat, just like every morning. It’s a routine that is always on schedule. I walk around watching every move, looking for any flaws that I don’t usually find anymore. When I start seeing flaws, I know that warriors will be dropping from their ranks soon. Everyone is replaceable in this world; no one is special. Following training I walk the perimeter with my lead warrior and Kira. She gives

What’s your name suga   Fusilis   Andricia     Kira is now beside me, with Lorissa on the other side. They both look at me. I don’t take my eyes off the guys as they speak to me.   "What do we do, Alpha?" Kira is concerned.   "How are they still standing?" Lorissa asks, grabbing my hand.   "Leave us." Without another word, every member of my pack goes into the pack house.   My eyes dart to their warriors on the outside of the plague land, as we call it. My beast is urging me to go to the warriors. So I obey, walking casually over to the nine men who are built to kill. I hear the other four following behind me—not too close, but not that far either. When I get to the men, I stop looking at each one of them. Then to the ground, where the tenth warrior stood. I drop to my knee and hold my hand

Burn Mate Burn Golden SummitAndricia "Stop! This foolishness is over!" I hear the older man sitting next to the guys yell as their dad backs away from the ring after the enchantment drops. I look to Samson, who comes to me immediately, looking back at what the enchantment did to me. I stop him, holding up my hand, slowly grabbing the syringe and pulling it out, throwing it to the ground. All the guys come around and spot the syringe. "She’s been poisoned with obsidian." The old man steps up to us, looking at the syringe. My vision blurs for a second, and I stumble to the side. Sam immediately catches me, holding me close to his chest. The smell finally registered with me; it was them in my pack. The strange smell was coming from them. They smell like fresh rain to put out my blazing flame. The older guy comes to me, meeting me at e