Chapter 1: Brutal Attack

Dark Valley, medieval time, 1455 A.D.

"Wipe out the entire pack! Leave no survivors!" the voice commanded. The order was clear and direct, spoken with venomous intent. The group of rogue lycans from Savage Fury pack gathered around, nodding in agreement as they prepared their weapons.

One of them spoke up, "But sir, what about the cubs and pups? They're innocent."

The voice snarled in response, "Innocent? They're the future of the pack. We can't afford to let them grow up and seek revenge. Kill them all!"

They exchanged nervous looks, but none had the courage to question the directive. They proceeded into the ominous and shadowy valley, clutching their weapons, prepared to carry out the order.

The moon was full and bright in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Dradraley, known as Dark Valley, was a place in a dark and foreboding realm. It was a deep and winding valley that was shrouded in darkness, with jagged cliffs that loom high overhead and block out the sun. The valley was surrounded by towering mountains that are eternally snow-capped, adding to the sense of coldness and isolation.

Scarlett Leighton, a young she-wolf from Dark Valley Pack, howled in terror. Her eyes blazed with a mix of rage and despair as she witnessed the brutal murder of her family. Her howls of terror echoed through the night as she charged towards the attackers, her teeth bared and claws at the ready. Despite being outnumbered, she fought fiercely, determined to avenge the deaths of her loved ones.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat as Scarlett clashed with the rogue lycans. She could hear their snarls and growls, feel the impact of their blows as they fought tooth and nail for dominance. Her senses were heightened, her instincts honed as she tried to outmaneuver and overpower her opponents.

As the battle raged on, Scarlett's heart sank as she watched one by one, her pack members fell under the savage attacks of the rogue lycans. She was the last one standing, surrounded by the enemy. Her body was covered in wounds, her energy waning, but still, she refused to give up.

After the transformation, once her human-like figure had become the powerful, savage beast. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, her furs now matted with dirt and blood. Her claws were extended as she fought against the rogue lycans who had massacred her family. With each swipe, she tried to release her anger and pain. But the more she fought, the more she realized how futile it all was.

Her pack was gone, and she was alone in the fight. But even in her darkest moment, Scarlett refused to give up. She screamed, rage and despair consuming her as she fought on, trying to avenge her family's death. The sound of her howls echoed through the forest, a desperate plea for someone, anyone, to come to her aid.

But it was all for naught. The rogue lycans were too powerful, too bloodthirsty. Before she could even make a move, a rogue lycan tackled her from behind, pinning her to the ground. Scarlett struggled against her captor, but his grip was too strong.

"Gotcha!" the lycan growled, baring his teeth.

She collapsed to the ground, battered, hurt, and alone. Tears streamed down her face as she howled loudly in anguish. "Why? Why did this have to happen?"

The lycans surrounding her cackled and snarled, relishing in their victory. But Scarlett's spirit was not broken. Through her tears, she vowed revenge. "I’ll make you pay for this," she whispered, clutching the precious pendant tightly in her neck, the only thing her mother left for her. "I swear it!"

When Scarlett was tackled to the ground, a lycan snarling in her face. She struggled to get free, but it was pointless. As she lay there, bruised, battered, helpless and terrified, Scarlett knew that this was the end.

As she struggled to catch her breath, one of the lycans stepped forward, a cruel grin on his face. "Looks like we got ourselves a little stray," he snarled, his breath hot on Scarlett's face. "What should we do with her, boys?"

The other lycans laughed and jeered, closing in around her. Scarlett felt a surge of fear course through her body, but she refused to show any weakness.

"You won't get away with this," she spat, struggling to stand up despite the pain.

The lycans only laughed harder at her defiance, but suddenly something strange happened. A loud howl echoed through the forest, causing the rogue lycans to freeze in fear.

"What was that?" one of them whispered.

They looked at each other and wondered, “Is that lycan king?”

And before anyone could reply, another, closer howl echoed across the night. As Scarlett realized the howls were coming from another lycan pack, her heart began to race. She had to get away while the rogue lycans were distracted.

As the rogue lycans froze in fear, Scarlett felt a strange energy wash over her. She felt a connection to the Moon Goddess, the deity worshipped by all werewolf and lycans, and it was as if the goddess was blessing her with a new power. The moon shone brighter in the sky, and the howl turned into a chorus of howls from lycans all around the forest, all calling out to the Moon Goddess.

Scarlett felt her body start to change, her senses sharpening, her strength and agility increasing. She howled along with the others, feeling the power of the goddess coursing through her veins. The rogue lycans were no match for her now, and she was ready to fight with renewed vigor and strength.

Before she could finish dealing with them, a dark figure stepped out from behind the trees. It was Tobias Richfield, the powerful and feared king of the lycans in his transformed state, and he was flanked by a group of his most trusted subordinates.

They all froze and stopped doing whatever they were doing.

The rogue lycans quivered in fear as they bowed down to Tobias. One of them stuttered, "My king, we’re just…"

Tobias cut him off, "Explain yourselves. What’s going on here?"

Another rogue lycan spoke up, "My king, we need your help. There is a pack of werewolves that have been causing trouble in our territory. We have to punish them.”

Tobias, in his lycan form, towered over the rogue lycans, his eyes narrowing as he listened to their plea. "What kind of trouble have they been causing?" he growled, trying to gather more information.

The rogue lycan handed Tobias a parchment, filled with false accusations against the Dark Valley pack. Tobias' eyes widened in shock and anger as he read through the accusations.

Tobias hesitated, unsure of what to do. As a lycan king, he had always been taught to respect the rules of the land, but he had also heard rumors of trouble caused by the some werewolf pack.

"They've been stealing heirlooms from us, causing chaos, attacking our pack members, and even killing our leader. They need to be stopped," the rogue lycan said, his tone growing angrier.

Tobias considered the rogue lycan's words carefully. He knew that as the lycan king, it was his duty to protect his people and maintain order in the land.

"Fine. Let me deal with this," Tobias finally said. “No more unnecessary violence.”

Then he looked at Scarlett and saw the burning flames in her red eyes. "And who might you be?" he growled.

Scarlett did not shrink from confronting him head on. "It’s not necessary to know who I am. You’ve wiped off my pack, and I'm left here to fend for myself. I won't stop till you pay for it."

Tobias was taken aback by her boldness and determination. He could sense the anger and pain radiating from the young she-wolf, and it was clear that she wasn't going to back down. He realized that she wasn't just a helpless victim; she was a survivor.

"I understand your pain," Tobias said, his voice steady and calm. "But I can assure you that I had nothing to do with the attack on your family."

Scarlett snarled, her claws extending as she took a step closer to Tobias. "I don't trust you," she growled. "You're a lycan, just like them. How do I know you're not in league with them?"

Tobias held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I can understand why you might be hesitant to trust me," he said. "I’m the lycan king, and it’s my duty to make peace with all werewolves, including you."

Scarlett's anger for the lycan king grew as she fixed him with an icy look. What did he expect her to do as her entire pack lay dead at the hands of his people?

As Tobias tried to approach her, Scarlett's anger boiled over and she lashed out at him, her fists clenched tightly. Her face contorted with rage as she saw him taking a step towards her. The reminders of her family's brutal murder flashed before her eyes, and she felt a surge of anger that she couldn't control. Her hands balled into fists, and she took a step forward, ready to strike.

"Stay back!" she growled at him, her voice laced with venom. She bared her teeth, warning him to stay away. The rogue lycans paid no heed to her threats, instead they pressed forward.

As the rogue lycans closed in on her, Scarlett knew that she had to fight for her life. With a growl, she bared her teeth and prepared to fight. She felt a surge of energy as her werewolf instincts kicked in, giving her the strength and speed she needed to fight back. She frantically looked around to see if there was any way to get away from the lycans, but they were all around them.

During her desperate situation, she spotted a familiar secret passage from her childhood. She slowly moved an inch to the area, attempting to remain undetected while at the same time defending herself from the rogue lycans' attack.

When Scarlett instinctively touched the pendant around her neck as if it gave her incredible power, a strange thing happened. She felt her head spinning and her vision blurred, and she suddenly felt a strange energy coursing through her body. The pendant grew hot and seemed to vibrate against her skin.

As she held the pendant close to her chest, a bright white light engulfed her and she took this opportunity to run quickly. When the light faded, she found herself in a new place. She attempted to make sense of her surroundings while simultaneously feeling lost and bewildered.

Scarlett knew that her life would never be the same. She had lost everything she held dear–her family, her home, her pack. She was alone, with nothing but her own strength and determination to protect her.

At the same moment when she was beginning to worry that she had gone completely astray, she saw the moon shining through the woods. It was a lake, and the water was so still that she could see the moonlight reflection. She plunged into the water and dove to the other side of the lake without giving it a second thought.