Silver looks down to the young pup and bows his head respectfully. There was much concern these last few days. Shamara's grandson was frail at birth and was often horribly sick. There was much debate when he started going through the innerchange whether he would live or die. He was struck especially hard when the innerchange began to run it's corse. For most, when it reaches the prime of its work, the wolf is left bed ridden, but this boy was bed ridden the moment he got it.
Although, now that he has made it through and looks to be a powerful young wolf, so Silver will not complain.
"Now, young one, show the Clan your strength and climb the Rock, to my side." Silver orders gently once his fellow clansmen have fallen silent. Dark, hazel eyes looking down to the small quivering wolf, trying to keep his balance.
Rain lets out a shaky breath and lifts his head to look to his Alpha and nods slowly. "Yes, Alpha." he breaths and moves forward shakily, past his clansmen. They all nod aproveingly as he gets to the Rock and leans back on his hunches.
He sucks in breath as his muscles protest, and leaps and high as he can, his front claws scraping against the rock as he slides off and lands on his back. His breath rushes out of him, his tail twitches.
"Come now, Rain, focus," his grandmother murmurs mentally to him, her wolf form sleek and thin, black fur graying but her muscles are still tight and strong against her skin.
The soft voice of his guardian helps him to his feet and turn back to the first stone, leading up to the Rock. There is three stones, three large leaps and then one more to stand atop the Rock, next to his Alpha, who is staring down at him with gentle hazel eyes.
"Take your time," he offers, voice smooth and low.
Rain leans back onto his hunches and steadies his tail bafore pushing off and, once again, scrapping the stone but this time making it to the top. He flattens his ears back and leaps up to the next one, scrabbling to pull his hind onto the stone, muscles working under his pelt.
Once he works himself onto the second stone he rests, panting loudly. The strain working its way through his muscles. He looks up, almost disheartened by how much further there is to go, but he swollows it down and gets ready to jump again.
Silver always enjoys when a new pup climbs his or her way up the stones to his side. Their determination and courage are rooted here. It helps him gage how determind they will be later on in life. Only the strongest and most loyal are welcome into the Clan.
Silver watches as the lithe black wolf struggles to pull himself onto the third stone and gazes into his eyes, determind to reach his Alpha's side. Once Rain sucessfully plants his feet onto the thrid stone he crouchs down, mustering up all his strength into this last leap and then he's in the air, the cold wind barely able to break through his thick fur to his burning skin.
Rain's nails scrape horribly aginst the Rock but he manages to wiggle himself up and wobbles back and forth before falling to a heap on the Rock at the feet of his Alpha.
Silver finally lets the familiar tingling sensation warm his body as the hairs sprout out, his breath hitches before it is released in a low deep breath. His white hair is covering his body, over sleek powerful muscles and there is a prominant scar on his left shoulder.
"Are you alright, youngling? The transformation seems to have taken its toll on your body as it is, but you did not give up and for that, I thank you." Silver says mentally, eyes gentle and soft. He leans down to stick his nose into Rain's fur as a gentle welcome to the clan but when his nose gets close enough, Rain's scent fills Silvers nose causeing him to move back slightly.
Rains scent filled Silvers nose and sets his entire body on fire with desire that is extremely unfamiliar to him and quiet frankly caught him off guard. What is the feeling? He has never felt such white hot desire before.
Rain catches his breath and looks up to his Alfa with a questionable look. Silver swollows and look away. This emotion is... is it the feeling one gets when he is faced with his mate? This boy? But why?
"Alpha?"
"I'm sorry. Now, it is time for you to show your howl to the Lycan Gods. Show them what pack you belong to and what clan you serve. Brothers and sisters, follow this youngling and hope that his voice reaches them, as does ours." Silver says gently looking down to the most important people to in the world to him.
His pack.
The people his father lead before him, and his grandfather before him, and his grandmother before him. She originally freed their clan from a tyrant of an Alpha, one that made his clan vicious murders and nearly brought upon the Red Moon.
Shilo, his great grandmother, fought her Alpha beneath the moonlight, her pelt thick and silver, much like his own, and ripped open the throat of her Alpha for all the clan and the Lycan Gods to see. She was given fatal wounds that stopped her beating heart before the light of the new day.
For that one night, she was their Alpha and when she was barried along side her mate, the one in whom she murdered the night before.
All of the wolves fall back to their hunches and waited for Rain to howl to the bright full moon before following suite.
Silver is the last to join, his voice like a low song to the moon. All of the wolves sing a beautiful tune for the moon to hear and all the voice create the perfect, balanced song.
The vigil was difficult for Rain but even though it is only somewhat common, the majority of the pack stayed with him that night and all howled their beautiful song to the moon until their throats were dry and raspy and their throats were tight. Nevertheless, all that stayed there survived the entire night and disperesed to their human-like lives in a few hours.
Rain tiredly limps home with his Alfa at his side. Silver has been incredibally quiet the entire walk. His eyes downcast and he seems to be avoiding being down wind of Rain. He is constantly adjusting where he is supporting Rain. He would murmur an apology and move to a different side of him.
There is one thing that Rain understands for sure; Silver's scent is breath taking. Rain holds an unfathomable desire to fall into Silvers arms and submit to his ever whim, and not in a Beta to Alpha kind of way.
"We are here, Youngling." Silver whispers in Rain's ear.
Rain glances up to see his house stretched out before them. As of this moment, Rain is leaning heavily on Silver, both of them staring at the dark house, dawn barely breaking over the horizon. The start of a new day and the beginning of the rest of Rain's life.
And Silver's.
Rain slept the entire day and most of the night. When he woke, he lays in bed and thinks about Silver. Something about him, his touch, his scent... it was different then anyone elsed. Maybe this is what happens when a newly changed pup meets his Alpha. Maybe?
Something in his gut twisted at the mere thought of his white haired Alpha. Something that he can't seem to put his finger on. Something about his Alpha was different...
"Rain! Wake up!" Raven jumps onto Rain's bed, bouncing him into the air.
Jerking into full awareness, Rain, with some newly found speed. reaches for his sister and scoups her into his arms. She giggles and wiggles about as he tickles her.
"What, what, what, Raven? What could you possibly want?" he teases.
"Grandma wants to see you." she tells him as he sets her down on his bed beside himself. He clambers to his feet, muscles stiff and rigid. He stretches out his legs and arms, popping the bones along his spine.
"Okay, I'm going." With that he slinks from the room and walks down the stairs to the den where his grandmother is usually found, staring at a portrait of her late mate.
Rain's grandfather passed away about a year ago, he was killed in an attack by a rival clan and grandmother missed him so. Once a mate dies, the other slowly withers away with them. That's what happened to his parents.
"You wished to speak with me, grandmother?"
Shamara pulls her eyes away from the portrait and turns to her grandson. "Yes, Rain, please sit down."
Rain sits on the couch across from her easily. His grandmother adjusts herself to fully face her grandson before she looks him in the eye and says, "Today is a special day indeed. Our Alpha has offered to be your trainer."