I know with everything I've been saying, you all think that my parents never loved me. Which, by the way, is a total lie. Don't assume so fast, okay? Because at one point in my life, I had a perfect, caring family. Of course, that was before father admitted he was a scandal waiting to explode. I had a mother who baked cookies with me and smiled all the time. A father who gave bear hugs and could play guitar around the campfire. Time changes people. For better or worse; it won't stop for you and never takes mercy. Time destroys everything good in it's path, leaving total destruction behind. Which is why I guess I wasn't at all surprised when I found everything in tee-total hell when I returned to the underground house I was held in before hand. If you stopped and admired the scene from afar, you could see the beauty of time. How everything gets turned upside down in a matter of one second. It's something you never forget.
Like the blood. It was everywhere. Every square inch of the ground for yards around screamed death. You couldn't overlook it. I closed my eyes and blocked the yelps and howling out. Ignoring the stabs of hurt in my heart, I thought of my pack. Not everybody would survive, especially with how unprepared for this fight they were. Opening my eyes again, I saw David being slammed in the side by another wolf. A second later another came to his rescue, killing his attacker. David nodded at the wolf and continued on. Growling, I let my wolf take over. I would protect my pack; they are the only ones who mattered at this moment.
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Closing my jaws around the last unfamiliar scented wolf, I felt his life slip away. He was a beautiful wolf; a warm auburn color with streaks of black throughout him. He was young too. Too young to die. My wolf pushed the thoughts away; that wolf threatened our pack. He deserved what he got. I dropped the body and looked around, taking on a fighting stance. Wolves surrounded me. Bright colors to dull; small to big; curious to frightened. There were so many. I bared my canines and made sure no one else was coming to attack. The wolves bowed their heads. Licking my lips, I stood in the middle of the crowd and began my orders.
Get back home, now. Eyes shifted from one to another. And thanks you guys. You did great today.
What about the others? I recognized Zala's voice. She was a small wolf, just like her human. Her blonde hair came out in her wolf as well.
Carry them.
We had lost seven members today. Mostly older wolves, but still someone who was important to another. One was Zala's mother. I numbed my heart and body by tuning out the words I knew was needed.
They died for their pack. Tomorrow we will honor them all. Now, get up and move on.
The last part came out gruffer than what I ment it to. I felt the others tension around me as I realized what I said. They had hearts; they had loved these people. They wouldn't be able to move on right now. They were mourning I figured out as I saw tears in a few of their eyes. I glared until no one dared to look at me. Trotting into the forest, I left my pack to retrieve their loved ones. I hate this. I hate being alpha.
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