The Pack

When he awoke, Alpha’s head felt as though a rock were resting on his skull.  His mind filled with visions of Luna’s final moments.  He wondered briefly if his mate had survived long enough to die in slow agony as he was doing now. Eyes sticky with some sort of sap, he tried in vain to take in […]

Alpha watched as Luna groggily gained her feet.  He could feel the flames doing their destructive dance in the distance behind him.  The danger had returned.  He was lucky to have been so restless this night, spotting the monsters as they set fire to their new home. He jumped as the clear skies barked out

Luna led the cubs in a playful dance beneath the falling snow, snapping at the fluffy white flakes as they floated down to the earth.  She savored the looks of joy on her children’s faces, the youngest lolled her tongue in glee.  She understood her place in the world, her life was for her children.  She would do anything

The sun pulled Alpha from his rest.  The sun was already high overhead, he couldn’t remember having ever slept this late—or being this exhausted.  They had been running for several days already.  The puppies wouldn’t survive this frantic running for much longer, and though she tried to hide it, Luna was still recovering her strength

Luna was torn from sleep and thrust into the morning by a blood chilling howl in the distance.  The sound sent cascades of shivers down her spine.  It had erupting from the throat of her mate, who was stoic and fearless.  His fear infected her and radiated like ripples through the pack.  As one, they

The dark clung to Alpha’s fur like fine mist as he stalked gingerly out of the cave.  The birds still slept, but mournful cricket song kept him company as he headed out toward the source of the terrifying sounds of yesterday. He crept along the forest floor, softly stepping over the leaves that had just

Luna caught Alpha’s scent when he was still over a mile away, the iron sweet smell of the kill mixed with his like a beacon.  He was bringing something back for her.  She licked away the globules of saliva that began to form at the corners of her muzzle in anticipation of her upcoming meal. 

Alpha’s nose quivered as the acrid scent of disease in his prey rushed to greet him.  He hesitated a moment before signaling to the rest of the pack that the old doe was to be their mark.  If he was wrong, and she were healthy, it could mean death.  A deer could crack the skull of a wolf with