GREY

Under Attack

Since that day complete panic has set into the pack, mothers never letting their pups leave their sides, fathers training their adolescents to shift and fight well before they are naturally meant too, there is the constant and unsettling feeling of fear within the pack. 

Three weeks have passed by and the cool of winter is beginning to set in, there are no leaves on the giants now as long needles and moss dominate the trees branches becoming a nesting ground to the black crows, there's something about the crows that remind me of darkness and an uneasy feeling casts over me when I look into their black eyes. 

There are more crows than wolves in the village now, my father, uncle James and the guardian wolves and warriors have gone traveled to defend our boarders from the attackers, to say we weren't prepared for this would be an understatement. Nothing like this has happened in so long, for generations we have never been in contest with any other pack for land. 

I look at the carvings within the red wood of the pack house walls. Stories of the land in which we call home, telling of times where trees were grown in the fertelizer of wolf meat, water bodies overflowing with blood and the white snow of the North a constant red colour. In this time there were hundreds of packs constantly battling for inches of land from one another, the Alpha position constantly changing with wolves betraying their own blood and bond. All land in the North, South, East and West were at war with one another

The fighting meant mates were never bonded, females could no longer go into heat and carry pups from the stress and the wolf species was beginning to die out, that was until The Wolves of The True North came... 

The land we live on is distinctly different, home to different seasons, traditions, landscapes and wolf characteristics, the differences between packs in this time was the main cause of all the fighting. This was until The Wolves of The North came. They took the hundreds of wolf packs and bought them together, connecting each and every pack until they became...One.

One. 

The Wolves of The True North come from the lands above The Valley of the Giants, they held control of the four territories until they gave it to a new leader, a need bloodline...My bloodline

For hundreds of years my bloodline have ruled the four territories, stationed in the North within The Valley there were three other chosen leaders to watch over the three other territories of the South, West and East. Three men. Three leaders

Alaxandar - East

Henry - South

Blake - West 

Three months ago Alaxandar of the East stopped reporting to my Father, three weeks ago they declared war on us, and three days ago they broke our boarders killing many of our good wolves. Today my mother and The Gamma male Heath are bellowing demands at each and every one of our wolves, the training is punishing, the defense we have to learn is soul crushing, the war which faces us is going to ruin us if we cant stop them. My father has called in defenses from the Southern pack under leader Blakes command, much to my fathers disgust and betrayal leader Henry from the Southern pack is refusing to help us as leader Alaxandar has also attacked his boarders claiming more and more land. 

"Lena!" my mother calls out to me bringing me out of my trance as I stare out into the distance. 

"Shamus and you are in charge of training the adolescents with silver, they can't shift yet and we need to have everyone trained in some form of defense. Go!" she uses her Alpha voice on me telling me she is very serious right now, without second thought I make my way towards my brother at the silver training grounds.