Chapter one

The Alpha Lord's conference room was a large building, cut out of the purest diamond. Crystal clear water marked a boundary around it with a single solid iron bridge. Several werewolves protect it's walls and gates. Inscribed boldly for all to see upon it's gates were the words "The Alpha Lords." in bold letters.

Beyond the massive walls stood a large courtyard spanning nearly three hundred hectares of land. Upon this land in every direction stood high penthouses and beautiful maisonettes built to the creator's taste with every form of delicacy.

This land, more that any other in the entire wolf camp was spacious, well designed and appropriated for the most respected people of the wolf camp. At the different buildings, each spanning more that a hectare, several monuments of the different Alpha's stood, and near the gates of entire area of land stood a large temple, dedicated to the Alpha Supreme, and several smaller ones, to the different Alpha Lords in their according ranks.

Past rulers of the wolf camp, relics, each a thousand years old found their places in museums placed all around the city of the Alpha Lords, and to this, several wolves were coming and going.

The Alpha Supreme was a man of wisdom and great power. Starting off on his purpose close to a thousand years ago, he was sure to gain the respect and fear of all in Eptomanic. Creating a place held up as sacred to him and his companions was one way to keep his authority, absolute and unrivalled.

Building a place of stunning beauty and some sort of reverence reminded all of the sacredness of the Alpha Lords, and that, above all, the Alpha Supreme was to be worshipped.

The Alpha Supreme was did more than take care of his happiness and that of the Alpha Lords, he made sure that his people were well organized and taken good care of. He rarely did anything nowadays and always moody, not contented with the life he had to live.

Everything generally, was well taken care of by the Alpha Lords. The welfare of the entire camp, the sacrifices to the Alpha Lords, the obedience to directions given by the Djhords, priests, Sheikhs and the decent members of the camp.

But one thing concerned the Alpha Supreme, as he looked sadly into the river Nasir, which surrounds the Alpha's city. A feeling of coming retribution, a disturbance of soul and mind that could not let him enjoy the cool evening breeze, or the sweet sounds from the water below.

Since the order of the death of his mate, ten years ago on account of her rebellion and faithlessness to the tribe ten years ago, a deep wound had been left behind it. Once before, he was feared and worshipped for his violence in action and his bitterness of heart, but nowadays, when the fear of death had left the wolf camp on the softening of heart of their leader, things were getting back to normal.

And yet, things were so normal. The "cowardice" the Alpha Supreme now showed only made the people more relaxed about their sacrifices, and some even stopped serving the Alpha Supreme.

His subordinates tried the best they could to keep the land together, but, for one reason or another, they too wondered how long it would take the Alpha Supreme to get over the death of a disloyal mate and move on with the life ahead of him. So too, were the thoughts of the Alpha.

He had no reason for regret at the death of Lucy, but something always told him that he had done the wrong thing by killing her. He never expressed his true feelings to even his closest and dearest, not because he could ever be dethroned, but because he viewed himself as infallible, never prone to mistakes.

The Alpha shut his eyes as the memories flashed back into him. He saw Lucy, her tears, her pleas and the last moment when she pointed to her protruding belly where a little child was nestled before she was taken away.

The hounds that killed her at his order certainly had no mercy for the dying woman, or for the little unborn child. As she was borne away, it took all the Alpha Supreme could do several minutes afterwards to rush to the scene of the killing. It was too late though to save, even the baby. Lucy was dead.

As the several years passed, it became clear to the Alpha that he had lost all he had and all he hoped to get when he killed Lucy. Nothing and no one could understand his predicament. He had, in effect, also died. 

To take care of his sufferings, he built this place, a heaven for himself, with several of Lucy's pictures and monuments around as he tried his best to keep at peace with himself, an attempt that proved futile as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks to months, the months into years.

But as he leaned on the railings of this penthouse, it was not Lucy that kept him in his sad state. It was his child. The child he never had. The child from Lucy that could have been his only way of retaining the life within him.

Suddenly, looking down the river he felt a strange aura. It was one which resembled his in every way. It was one he could have said was his at the first scent. Casting a spell in the water, her picture came clearly out. It was the face of Lucy, her very face without an exception. 

"Could it be, the child never died?"

Had it not been for his own aura and the little appearnce of the young maiden, he would have thought Lucy never died. But it was to this effect that the life within him returned, the glimmer of hope, the light at the end of the darkest tunnel emerge.

"Sheikh Zayed. Call all the Alpha Lords to me."

"Yes, O sovereign one! As you command."

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 All of the Alpha Lords were seated within the diamond walls when the messenger came in to make his report.

"The Crowned Djhord has been killed, my Alpha.” Said the messenger to the Alpha Lords.

The dark screen in the room was altered by the rays of light at the entrance, where the messenger stood. Nothing of the Alpha Lords could be seen except for their Arc reactor pins, placed on their chest identifying their ranks. The Alpha Supreme was seated on a bright emerald throne, with everything else covered up in darkness.

“You may go.” Said  Lord Asher.

“Its our duty to take care of the Alpha brothers. Tamil, you will handle that. There is a more important issue that has to be urgently addressed.” said the Supreme.

“We are all ears, O Alpha Supreme” said Lord Lucian

Looking around to the Lords surrounding him he made a signal to Sheikh Tamiel who approached with the information the Alpha Supreme wanted.

“Werewolves are spotted by the aura they emit.”

“Go straight to the point, you dumb ass.” roared the Alpha Supreme, losing his patience.

“I am sorry Alpha. But the dramatic actions sometimes impress ideas deep in the minds of the listeners. The news is simple. A very strong werewolf has been found on earth.”

“Is it a turned wolf or something?” asked Lord Tamiel.

“No! She is a born werewolf, with mysterious powers. Her aura shows me that. We shall leave no stone unturned until we find and subdue her. I leave the running of affairs in the camp to you Tamiel and Ramiel, until I return.”

“Yes, Sire. But who is she?”

“She is my daughter, from late Lucy.  Daria- the goddess of time