It rained heavily the night my parents died.Up till this day, the events leading to their death remain fresh in my memory. It was a night I would never forget.We had a feast and we invited the Alpha of a neighbor pack, Alpha Demontes. Alpha Demontes was the Alpha of the Black Fur pack, a pack that had been notorious for stealing, raping and killing stray wolves from other packs over the years and I had frowned all through the feast, wondering why my father had decided to invite a man who allowed evil thrive in his pack to our feast. My father, Alpha Michael was the Alpha of our own pack, the Silver Moon pack and he was well known amongst the wolves of the neighboring packs as a strong and free spirited Alpha. He was a blessing to our pack as all through his reign, we grew in strength and numbers and eventually became the strongest pack in the West.When I looked into the dark eyes of Alpha Demontes that night, I knew that he did not have good intentions. There was something benign a
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