Chapter Two-Sloan's POV

My twenty sixth birthday was around the corner and Dad was breathing down my neck about taking over the pack. My aura already grown past his. The problem? I didn't even want the job. I dont want to be in charge of anyone much less an entire pack of wolves. They would all look to me to set an example and I wasn't even a good example for myself. I currently stood in my shower washing blood off from a run turned hunting mission. A rogue was near our borders and I chased him down and took him out. I was not meant to be alpha. I was named to be a Warrior. Everyone says being Alpha Is a blessing but I found it to be a curse. Every burden on your shoulders. Feeling every pack members death. Their loved ones agony. I remember all too well after the last pack war how hard it was on my father to feel his pack torn apart with grief. my own mother died on the front lines. Taking a part of Dad with her.

Stepping out of the shower I burn with anger and frustration as I get dressed. My wolf, Oaklen, demanding we shift and run again to work it off. I push him back in my mind because I can hear Dad coming up the stairs. no doubt to put more pressure on me to take my given role. Soon I'd have no choice honestly. Dad was getting sick and everyone could feel his aura getting weaker. I would selfishly be putting the entire pack in danger of being over run by rogues or another pack if I didn't assume power.

Dad stops at my door for a moment. I hear him sigh heavily as he decides to just walk by though. Letting out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, I throw myself down on my bed and sigh myself. I knew what I had to do,but I wasn't happy about it, as my eyes slowly shut and I drifted asleep.

I wake, at least I think I wake. I am not in my room, but I am in unfamiliar woods. A soft dew on the ground and fog slowly pushing around my waist. I look around confused and paranoid. Deciding I must still be asleep I try to force myself awake by closing my eyes and focusing. Just as my face scrunched up I hear a deep, thunderous laugh come from the huge oaks in front of me. I peek an eye open to see a huge wolf on two legs. An ancient lycan. Our ancestor. I find myself taking a knee and baring my throat to this wolf-man and feel a blush at my own actions. I am the son of an alpha, who is he to make me bend to him.

"Hello child, rise. I am Demetri. An ancient ancestor. The first lycan. The first Alpha. Also the first Alpha of Alphas." I stand and focus on his words. Not understanding what he wants of me. Or if I am still simply dreaming. "No, child, you are not dreaming. I am here to explain why your powers feel so strong,even though you have not stepped up to your role yet. But first, tell me why you are so scared of power. I feel you are frightened of the burden, but you also seem frightened of yourself son" Breathing heavily I look up at this monstrous wolf man who towers over me. "I can feel strength that is even beyond that of my father," I begin to whisper, "I do not understand its depths as it eats at me to overpower him and everyone above me. I guard my aura with all my strength to hide how strong it has become. Afraid I will frighten my future pack.."

Smiling a big wolfy grin Demetri laughs again. "Could you stop laughing and tell me what you are here for, or allow me to wake from this absurd dream?" I ask becoming annoyed.

"My wolf child, you will be taking my role. It is once again time for an Alpha of Alphas. Someone to unite my children and bring the packs together in harmony. Now I will allow you to awaken, but remember,that which is in the dark will come to light. I suggest you get your father's support before the other packs realize your strength. Goodnight my son"