TY’s POVThe gunshot blasted, and Ty launched forward, muscles coiled like springs. The dense forest ahead was a blur of greens and browns, but his keen eyes picked out the narrowest paths. He left everyone behind in his dust, he was gone like the wind. Branches clawed at him as he sprinted, their sharp edges barely grazing his skin. He darted between trees, each movement fluid and precise, his powerful legs propelling him over tangled roots and fallen logs. His heightened senses picked up every nuance of the forest, the rustle of leaves, the scent of pine and earth, the distance call of a bird. He relied on these senses to navigate the underbrush, making split-second decisions to avoid the worst of the obstacles. A particularly low branch loomed ahead, and he dropped into a crouch, sliding beneath it with inches to spare.The ground rose suddenly, turning into a rocky incline. Ty’s claws extended instinctively, digging into the soil and stone for purchase. He climbed with a ferocity
Dean's POVDean looked at the horror in everyone's eyes. Blood had been spilled in their hideout, their great stronghold that wasn't known to the outside world. Two strangers were present, one of whom was dead, as such he could not really fault them for their behaviour. Dean noticed the Alpha standing protectively in front of a woman and her child. This confirmed that she was the Luna of the Red Claw pack. The Alpha stood at 6'4" with a lean, athletic build. His dark hair was perpetually tousled, coupled with a chiseled face and a sharp jawline. He didn't look much older than Dean, and his aura made it clear he wasn't someone who could be taken down easily. Dean's eyes soon moved to the young werewolf beside the Alpha who was hugging his mother. The child's eyes were filled with fear but tinged with relief. Dean was glad. He had prevented his situation from recurring. "No one should have to go through what I have gone through. Especially not a child who was brave enough to defend his
The moon cast a menacing glare over the surrounding woodland. The two Alphas maintained their battle stances as the air grew thin with tension. Dean snarled with a mix of anguish and defiance, his eyes beaming with courage despite his wounded situation. Blood dripped slowly and his left hand stung with every movement, but it didn't matter. This was his final hurdle, and he knew he had no choice but to win.The Red Claw Alpha scoffed at Dean's bravado. If glares could kill, then the piercing glow of his eyes would have done the trick. He let out a low, rumbling growl. "Let no one interfere in this," he ordered as he walked closer to Dean. They began circling each other, looking for the slightest opening before they attacked. They had their claws out and their fangs extended, as if testing each other's powers first. They held back their full transformations, but only barely. It is harder to hold the beast within when faced with a worthy opponent, is the famous saying among the werewolf
"What makes an Alpha different from other wolves?" a young boy, sitting between his mother's legs, asked as he curiously lifted his eyes to look at his mother."That's a wonderful question, Dean." She responded as she kissed his forehead lightly."It is called the scent of leadership. A trait that comes from deep within the hearts of those willing to face hardship as a sacrifice for those they care for. The first to face the storm, and the last to seek shelter from it," she continued."So you have to be a good guy to become an Alpha?" Dean turned to face his mother."No, my dear. Being good isn't enough. It takes more than a good man to become an Alpha. You also have to be strong and fearless." She tickled him and blew on his stomach as he giggled playfully."I am strong and fearless!" Dean raised his hand to flex his (non-existent) muscles."Yes, you are," his mother lifted him by his armpits into the air. "And you will become the strongest Alpha there is." She spoke with a gentle sm
Vivian’s POVIt was just another night in Crescent Gold Hospital. Vivian was doing her rounds, checking the patient logs to ensure that everybody was getting the right treatments and medications, making sure everybody in her ward who was in critical condition remained stable. It was her job as a junior doctor. She had been working here for the last two years, and it was beginning to feel like a second home to her. She had basically grown up here; every nurse and doctor above the age of fifty had known her since she was a child. This was because the hospital served as a front of sorts for a good number of werewolf packs. While werewolves had quick regeneration for many injuries, some were harder and took longer to heal, and in some situations, some werewolves simply needed to heal faster to return to the frontline of any battle they were in.The pack with the closest ties to the hospital? The Shadow Rock pack, which happened to be the pack her father was currently leading as the Alpha
"When in doubt, trust your instincts; you have the blood of a Lycan flowing through your veins. Your instincts will never lead you astray," Dean's mother always said. For the past decade, he had followed his instincts everywhere they led him and still, he had no answer to the question that summed up his entire existence. Dean knew deep down that his mother wouldn't have wanted this life for him, but a werewolf's emotions, as well as their senses, are heightened. Her blood called out to him for justice, and he made it his mission to appease her cries and allow her soul to rest in peace."Just a while longer, Mother," Dean thought as he sat in his favorite café waiting for Sam."Gloomy as usual," Matt, the owner, spoke as he gave Dean a cup of coffee. Dean sighed, then smiled as he looked at the cup. He reached into his pocket to pay, but Matt waved his hand to deter him."Come on, Matt, at some point you have to let me pay for this great coffee. I feel bad that you always give it to me
Vivian headed back into the hospital ward, Ty had just left to go continue his training. He was a guy really dedicated to his craft, he spent a good amount of his time trying to hone his craft, practising as much as he could while still trying to balance out the less practical aspects of fighting like strategies and tactics.“He really would make a good Alpha.” She thought to herself as she signed herself back in. As she was changing back into her scrubs, she thought back to the conversation she just had with Ty. The selection process for the next wolves that would have to compete for the position of Alpha had basically begun. Normally an Alpha would be selected by one of two ways. Either by heritage, which would involve the eldest son of the Alpha taking up the role of Alpha from his father which unfortunately does not apply in this situation as her father, the now Alpha of the pack, had only one kid and she was definitely not male. The second way and a surprisingly just as common w
Ty’s POVThe night air seemed ever so cool and, in some way, carried the promise of a beautiful tomorrow, at least to a regular human, werewolves of the shadow rock pack however embraced a different reality, they undeniably understood that for the foreseeable future the only easy day would be yesterday. While this outlook on life might seem cynical in nature, it was the truth.The entire pack had just watched their Alpha fight off a group of would-be usurpers try to take his position in the pack, it was a sight that was burned into the back of their minds. The laws of the pack clearly state that if any pack member fancies himself strong enough, they are to challenge the current Alpha to a duel wherein the leadership of the pack is at stake and falls to the winner of the duel. However, that was not the case tonight, the rest of the pack had to watch as their Alpha battled off seven werewolves. The majority of them present had never seen such a display of power from their Alpha or any