~In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.----F.T. McKinstry************************************The Crescent Stone Pack's territory was located northeast of the land of Boulderstall. The place was named by the first werewolves who settled there hundreds of years ago. Every werewolf in Boulderstall knew the story of how the place got its name and the great rivalry between the Crescent stone pack and the shadow pack of the land of Midvein.It wasn't always like this, Thousands of years ago the Crescent Stone Pack and the Shadow pack lived in peace together as one pack, known as the Moon Empire Pack. The Alpha then, Alpha Rudolphus was a great and mighty warrior who guided and taught his pack to leave together as one. He had two sons Ulfang and Grogan. Ulfang was the eldest and was to be the next Alpha since his father was old and getting weak. Grogan was only a year younger than Ulfang and was known to be quick-tempered and rude, the opposite of his brother.Everyone in t

~"A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf."The silver blade had been stabbed into his chest. The ugly man lay lifeless on the ground and in front of him was another man wearing a very long black cloak with a hood covering his head. I could barely make out his face but from the outline of his jaw and his lips, I could tell that there was a pretty face hidden by his clothes.He stretched his hand to help me up and I quickly took it. I brushed the dirt off my clothes and checked up on Paige to see that she was alright. I could still feel pains in my throat but the dizziness had subsided. I tried to get a glimpse of his face but he hid it too well. Paige came to stand behind also looking at him with admiration and curiosity."Thank you sir for saving our life. Is there any way we could repay you?" I quirked expecting an answer but the only thing he did was turn around and start walking away. Puzzled by his actions I tried to catch up with him, P

We talked for a while. He told me a story of how he got a very big scar on his right eye that nearly blinded him but if not for a very powerful healer who helped him. He allowed me to touch his scar. I couldn't see his face so I imagined how it would look on his face.I told him of when I pulled a prank on Kira when I was eight. Paige and I had put Boyle, a substance that caused itchiness, into her bathing gel. I omitted Paige from the story since I was obviously lying about my name. It felt so good to recall that memory, especially with a stranger who could freely laugh with me. I didn't think I'd ever laughed with someone who wasn't Paige before.The snack table became vacant as the crowd cheered for another dance. He finally let go of me. This was my chance to escape but I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay and continue talking to him and share more stories and I really wanted to see his face. I turned to speak to him when I realized he wasn't there anymore. The stranger had left

A pungent smell hit my nose as I regained consciousness. It was coming from the dirty cloth which had been used to cover my eyes. I had a mild headache and my mind was fuzzy. Nothing made sense. It was like I had been drugged with something. I felt weak and I could barely move. My hands and legs were tied with ropes and I lay on a very hard wood that had been used as a seat.My body suddenly jerked forward and I fell face flat on the floor of the carriage I was in as it rocked back and forth along a rocky road.What the hell was going on?I got up from the floor and sat back on the wood.I couldn't remember how I got myself into this situation. The only thing I could recall was my nose being with a wet cloth and seeing Paige and Kira unconscious on the ground. Was Paige alright?As much as I loathed Kira, I did not what her dead.Was I being kidnapped? Where were they taking me?All these questions ran through my head as the carriage suddenly stopped and footsteps neared it. The door

Was it him, Vlad?The Stranger I had hidden behind the potted plant?Yesterday when the other man, what was his name again? Aha! Fitcher had mentioned the name, I was extremely shocked. I had looked at him front head to toe assessing him. The man standing before me had white hair and was very good-looking. He appeared to have the same height as the stranger but he couldn't be him because he didn't have a scar on his left eye.If he was indeed the man behind the potted plant; then there should have been a scar on his face. I remembered it clearly. My hands had touched it, felt it.He couldn't be that 'Vlad'. It was not possible. I couldn't bring myself to believe that the stranger behind the potted plant, who had made me feel such wonderful things, was the same man who had kidnapped me.Waking up an hour ago to find 'Vlad' looking at me as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, was quite unsettling. His gaze had startled me and I nearly fell off the wood if not for his hand