A man ran across the field covered in blood and ash. With determination in his eyes he stared forward as he dashed through Screams and howls laced with pain and anguish echoing all around him. He ran past shadow figures wielding weapons of darkness against wolves with jaws full of razor sharp canines and paws full of claws in the heat of war. He saw in the distance a white wolf swallowed whole by flames from the bony hands of a figure in a black Cloak. "Lana!" He screamed seeing his mate burn to nothing right before his eyes. He felt their bond erase like it never existed leaving nothing but steel-cold loneliness. Rage filled the gap, coating his soul with furry. Igniting the monster deep within him. The beast of lethal vengeance trashed in his mind begging to be unleashed. "They said you have power, I can see that those were nothing but rumors. you are just a man hiding behind an army of fur coats! Master will be pleased once I erase you from Life and death!" The cloaked figure
The full moon sat in the night's sky like a polished pearl button on a black coat, casting rays upon an alley where Grey stood. His hands in his pocket and hood over his head. He was hunting tonight like every other full moon. But this night was special for he hunted not an animal but a demon in human form. In a breath, he pulled-in the night's spring air, one distinct scent stood out. He followed the trail, walking through bends and turns till he arrived at the black steel gates of a house. He banged on the gate with his fist and took a step back to wait. He waited and waited but there was no answer. His fist came on the gate to knock again... "What do you want?" A voice rang behind him. Grey turned towards the man, a smile under his hood like a predator finally sighting its prey. "You know what I want Hermes!" Grey said not sparing the harshness in his tone. "I don't have it!" The demon said griping a dagger with glossy black steel behind him. A middle aged man with pure black
Morning came on still and bright, the sun floating high among the clouds. Grey shuffled forward, his hands connected to his feet by lengthy silver chains as he was escorted towards the Alpha Manor. Silver had as much an effect on him as it did on humans. Among other things Grey's body defied, a wolf's reaction to silver was one of them. He could very well sense the air raging with tension of powerful authorities, six Alphas gathered on one territory. He couldn't see any of them but he knew they were already here. Shadow lake territory, a pack town built of modern brick houses in block formations with quiet and clean roads for a civilization deep in the heart of the woods. The Alpha Manor, standing tall above them all like a hawk watching over its hatchings keenly. A three story building with polished glass windows and redbrick exterior walls. The meeting room wasn't much different from others Grey had seen. A square room furnished with chair-like thrones for each Alpha in the co
A vast field of daffodils and sunflowers spanned out surrounded by a white raging sea, an island blanketed by blue skies devoid of white clouds on a sunny day. Grey completed the picturesque image standing half naked in nothing but fishing shorts. He had no idea where he was or how he got there. Though the beautiful smells and whistling of the wind seemed all too familiar."Grey!" He heard an echo in The distance. Looking around he saw nothing but yellow and a subtle green past miles and miles in every direction."Grey!" He heard again, a feminine voice calling out to him that came clearer this time."Lana?" He said. Finding the direction it came. He waded through waist high flower towards her voice..."Grey, help me!" Her echoed, weaker than before almost a whisper.."Am coming Lana!" He screamed pushing past stems drawing closer to the source."Grey!" He got there, Lana laying in a patch of flowers soaked in blood from multiple holes in her body. He went to her supporting body in hi
Ten sat up in bed, her eyes all over the room trying to figure out where she was. She saw a clock reading Five minutes past Nine in a dark room with drawn blinds. She wasn't in the bloody sports top or yoga pants anymore but in a soft cashmere gown. Comfy and free like a soft blanket around her. She came down from the bed shuddering as her feet connected to the cold tile floor beneath her. Her hands in front of her she found her way to the door and opened it with a creek. She shaded her eyes from light before she could adapt to it. An oakwood staircase with spiraling bronze railings led to a mansion that spanned out in front of her. She could see strong oak doors and candlelit Crystal Chandelier hanging below a glass roof well coming the rays of the sum.The Deep-brown marble tiles on the floor and walls glistened her reflection back to her. To the right a sitting area decorate to fulfill two colours, black and gold with numerous paintings and sculptures placed all over outlining lux
"Grace..." Grey pushed through yellow tapes and law enforcement officers around the 64th avenue in Langley, California. The streets taken by patrol cars and ambulances, the wailing of sirens from more ambulances pulling up told of how massive the road accident was. Grey walked pass a taxi missing it's front half on the way to a stretcher. Body bags rolled out on numerous gunneries into waiting ambulances. A male paramedic officer helped a sitting patient with an oxygen mask. Her blonde hair wet over vacant eyes and a flawless skin interrupted only by a bruise on her forehead as she sat in a power pants suit. She looked to Grey calling her name, her attitude carried exhaustion coated with gratitude. She was lucky to be alive, the cab driver, not so much."Grace are you alright?" He got to her side. Giving her a once over to concluded that she was fine."Am alright!" She said eyes out in the streets where the front half of the taxi sat, crushed between two cars."Are we good to go here
Half a leather couch flew across the room like folded paper, finished paintings covered with new splashes of red hung off hinges to cracked marble walls. Broken ceramic and Body parts added to the seasoned battle decorations as did the demons in human form being slashed apart. In a fluid motion, the sword in Grey's hands poked in and out of a demons skull and sliced through the throat of the other standing next to him. Only Hermes was left standing, he didn't look afraid watching his comrades fall. If anything he looked as if everything was going according to plan. Grey pointed a bloody sword tip towards Hermes, he was bleeding black liquid from just one point, a stab wound in his lower back. Hermes stood with a smile as he watched Grey approach him. His fury fading with every step. The adrenaline pumping through his veins, a perfect pain killer that made him feel numb all over. Oblivious to the fact that he had been poisoned by the Obsidian a dagger he left laying on the floor. T
Currents waved crisscross patterns on the surface of a stream with little salmons floating aimless in a the body of clear water. The smell of rotten Apples from the fenced Orchard, coupled with the scents of multiple flowers from the garden next to it cuddled Ten in serenity as she sat by the side of the stream. This was Her mother's favourite place in whole Equinox pack. She remembered when they would come visiting, how happy and peaceful she would look, her blue eyes just staring out into the small body of water all by herself. Now Ten knew why, this practice helped her pace her thoughts. The one thing she really needed at this time. It's been a week since she took Grey to the pack healers, he has been unconscious ever since and she wandered if he will wake. For the first time the healers met a poison non of them knew a cure to. The only option was to bleed him out. She went to him everyday since, everyday but today. Today she came out to honour herself and her mother's memory.