The only sounds to be heard were the growls, barks, and howls of the wolves.
There were many dead wolves strewn across the ground, among members of the Lycan Moon Pack and the rogues who had attacked them.
It was real carnage.
Over two hundred rogues mysteriously joined forces and attacked the pack with the sole aim of destroying it. No one knew why or who was behind it, but the Lycan Moon Pack warriors weren't going to be beaten.
In a few hours, the pack's forces had killed two-thirds of the rogues, and the remaining ones fled whimpering, their tails between their legs.
The tired warriors collect their wounded and dead and carry them to the front of the packhouse, while others pile the bodies of dead rogues into several piles and set them on fire.
In the light of the fires and with the chilling smell of burning flesh, the civilians began to emerge from the banker where they had been hiding. Almost all were elderly, pregnant, and children.
Scattered across the floor in front of the packhouse were the bodies of forty-eight warriors fallen in battle. It was an image that broke the heart of anyone who looked at it.
Little by little, the parents, wives, husbands, and children of those who had fallen knelt down to mourn the loved ones who had departed for the Moon Goddess' realm.
One body in particular, one of the strongest female warriors in the pack, broke everyone's hearts. She was the Beta's mate, who had been injured in the battle and lay unconscious in the pack's hospital.
Beside the dead warrior, a small 6-year-old puppy cried compulsively while grabbing his mother's face, begging her to open her eyes.
The Alpha let the tears fall for his dead warriors, but the little pup was breaking his heart. That little one was like a son to him and his children's best friend.
The Luna goes down the stairs and kneels beside the little one, trying to detach him from his mother's body, but she can't without exerting some force. She grabs the little one, and the two of them cry in each other's arms, the little one for having lost his mother and the Luna for having lost her best friend.
The Luna's two youngest children approach and hold them, the four of them united in a strong embrace. Luna's eldest son grabbed his father's hand and let the tears flow.
All family members transported the bodies of their loved ones to honor them, and give them a burial worthy of a warrior who gave his life for the salvation of his pack and his Alfa. It was an honor to die for the pack, but a heartbreaking honor when you think about how many parents have lost their children and how many children have lost their parents.
In a short time, on the ground, only the body of the great warrior remained, the Beta's mate, and the Alpha orders his warriors to take her body to the hospital where she will be treated and arrange for her burial with the due honors.
When the Beta's body begins to heal and he wakes up, he's faced with the loss of the woman he loves, and his heart dies with her.
After the warriors' funerals, the Beta tries to raise his son alone, but fails. The loss of his mate had destroyed him from within and he knew it would take a long time to heal. Against the will of his Alfa and his Luna, he decides to send his son to be raised by his brothers-in-law, the Alfa and Luna of the River Ash Pack, in England, on the other side of the Atlantic.
The poor little one, who was suffering as much as his father, was also deprived of the company of his two best friends, Alfa's youngest children.
On one rainy day, his uncle lands the helicopter on the Lycan Moon Pack grounds and forcibly snatches the child from his friends' arms, separating them and leaving them in tears.
The helicopter leaves for the airport, where Alfa's private jet was waiting, to take them to England, and to the River Ash Pack, where he would spend his childhood, and who knows, never return.
It's been 12 years since the rogues attacked, and never again has the Lycan Moon Pack had large-scale rogue problems. They never know why they attacked or who was rallying the rogues against them.
After 12 years, nobody cared about it anymore. The training remained the same, and they were certainly some of the strongest warriors among the werewolves, being often recruited by the Alpha of Alphas, to help in fights between small packs.
Alfa's sons were now eighteen, twenty and twenty-two years old and none had yet found their mate.
Klaus was the name of the oldest. He was an Alpha. A young man with a robust and defined body, with a lot of strength. There were no other warriors in the training field capable of defeating him. The pack was proud to have him as a future alpha, knowing that, like his father had done so far, he would give his life for the pack and all his members. He was the perfect heir. He just hadn't inherited the title yet, because he wanted to find his mate first.
The middle one was called Dominic, and like his older brother, he was a fine specimen of a werewolf. He was an Alpha, like his brother, and he had ambitions to be the future CEO of his father's company. Klaus wanted the Alpha title, but he had zero interest in the business and he, unlike his brother, liked all the bureaucracy that a CEO handles.
The youngest was named Colby. He was an Alpha too, but his ambition was smaller. What he liked most was training and his dream was to be promoted to the supreme warrior of his brother's troops, when he received the title from his father.
The three were close, but it hadn't always been that way. When Klaus was ten, he hooked up with a group of rough-necks, all pups older than he was, and things would have gone pretty badly if his dad hadn't stepped in and straightened him out.
I figured it was about time I called my friend and Beta into the office and had a serious talk with him. It had been twelve years since he sent his six-year-old son to his brother-in-law's pack in Europe.I loved that kid like he was my son, and I miss him. I still remember watching the four pups, my three children, and Angel, my Beta's son, play on my office floor.I went against my Beta's decision to send his son away, but I understand my friend's decision. He had just lost his mate and didn't feel the strength to be my Beta and father at the same time. I never thought he'd let his son reach adulthood far away. So I decided to intervene.When there was a knock on the door, I knew it was him.Rat-tat-tat- You may come in.- Alpha! - Brady greets, showing his neck.- Sit down, old friend. We have to talk.I could see in Brady's face that he had no idea what I wanted to talk about, and that was good; it was going to take him by surprise.- I wanted to ask you if you don't think it's t
I had been waiting a long time for my father to ask me to come home. What I didn't expect was for him to tell me that it was the alpha who insisted.I don't know if my father doesn't really like me or if it's the fact that I look like my mom that has kept him away from me for more than twelve years.Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy here. It was a lot worse at first. No one could expect a six-year-old pup, who had just lost a mother, not to be upset about losing a father as well. My uncle, the Alpha of the River Ash Pack, my late mother's only brother, made me feel a part of the pack, of the family. He and my aunt had two children. A girl one year older than me and a boy one year younger. We grew up together like brothers, and I trained, since I was little, with the future alpha of the pack.You could say that my beta genes made me strong, but my cousin won most of the fights we had in training camp. No wonder, after all, he was an alpha, and I think that the times I won, he just let
Today, I received the best news in years: My little Angel is going to come back home. I miss that little one so much.He wasn't that little anymore, but I've only seen his face all these years on my kids' phone screens. I'm looking forward to hugging him. My little Angel, who was always an angel around my terrorist children.Dominic is already holed up in his father's office. I tell you, I don't know who that kid looks like. Even his father doesn't like bureaucracy as much as he does, but I'm sure Ulric will break the news to him. So, I can only break the news to Klaus and Colby, who are certainly sitting in the game room stuffing their faces with junk food.When I opened the door to the playroom, I was in awe. Nobody was there. I went to look in the kitchen and found Colby eating a sandwich that was bigger than his head.- You have the mouth for all that? - I asked him, laughing.- Of course, Mom - he answers me, opening his mouth and biting a big piece of the sandwich.I had to laug
sixteen years ago- Luna – the warrior says, with a bow.Raven hugs her friend tight.- How many times have I asked you to call me Raven? You know that only in official acts I'm your Luna. In everyday life, we are best friends.- You know that, in the first place, I'm a warrior of the pack; you are my Luna – she says, laughing and returning the hug.- Come and have tea with me, Mary – Raven tells her.- I can't, I have to train the 10-year-old class. That's why I came here.Luna knew what Mary was asking for and interrupted her.- Where is my favorite puppy? - the Luna says, peering behind Mary's back at a small pup clinging to her mother's legs.Angel was two years old, the same age as Colby, Luna's youngest pup, and he was adorable.Angel laughs, and when Raven opens her arms, he runs into her lap.- Can Angel play with Coby, Domi and Kaus? – he asked in his baby voice.- Of course, my Angel – she puts the little one down, and, she says – they are playing in their father's office. G
I'm frustrated. I didn't come, and the she-wolf ran out of my room. All because my mother is happy with the return of her offspring from another mother.Sighing, I decide to take a shower and jerk off, thinking about the fuck that was left in the middle.Angel is coming home. I miss him, but I'll never tell that to anybody, all because of our past.I regretted what I did the same day, but Angel fulfilled what he promised and never spoke to me again. I could see him, with his tiny eyes, looking at me and letting tears escape, but neither he nor I spoke again.When, a year later, his mother died, I wanted to hug and comfort my friend, but I couldn't. I was like an idiot, clinging to my father and crying. Shortly afterward, he moved to England, and although I often watched while my brothers chatted with him via video call, the truth is that I stopped doing it a long time ago. We will never be friends again, and I'm the only one to blame for that.- Shit - I screamed in frustration. - My
When I had that horrible conversation with Peter, he cried. It broke my heart. I didn't see or speak to him for all three days, and it was tearing me apart inside.When, on the fourth day, he came to me with a miraculous idea, I immediately agreed. He wanted us to get married, so I had an excuse to stay or he would leave with me.Same-sex marriage has been legal for many years, and when we were going to prepare everything, my uncle stopped me and put some sense into my head.Peter and I were inconsolable.I have finally reached the end of my senior year, and today's my graduation day and today I will receive my diploma.. I have been studying at TASIS, The American School in England, since I came to the UK.It was my uncle's choice to keep me as "Americanised" as possible, in his words. It's a good school and I finished my senior year at the top. I'm the student with the best GPA, right after Peter. We're called the nerd couple by my peers, but we think it's funny. Peter chose to study
When the helicopter landed on our helipad, we were all safely away, outside the fences that kept the area isolated from pups.Angel wasn't the first figure we saw. A tall, upright pup, giving off a powerful alpha aura, stepped out of the helicopter and looked around until he saw us. He just stood there like he was protecting someone. Afterward, the pilot came out, carrying with him some bags. Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter.I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but there in front of us was the most beautiful of them all.Dressed in light blue jeans, ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel, his face was
Angel took a shower, and changed into a PJ. Then he started taking the clothes out of the four suitcases he had brought and chose the clothes he was going to wear to the party. He hoped not to shock anyone, but he'd spent his teenage years proving to the world that being gay was okay. If the pack didn't accept him, he would return to England. Maybe that was what Angel really desired. He felt the security that his uncle always gave him, and thanks to him, Angel had the courage to face the world.After everything is arranged and the clothes are ready, he turns away the gifts. He'll open them later. He lies down on the bed, falling asleep immediately.When it was almost 8 pm, they knocked on the door, waking him up. It was Colby.- Angel, it's time to wake up and get ready. We are waiting for you at the party.- There was no need for you guys to throw me a welcome party. I'm tired.. Don't be like that, hurry up. - Colby says, leaving and closing the door.Angel sighs. He was unwilling t