A/N: Some of you might recognize this story, but it is probably the best story (trilogy) I've ever read. I found the file on a site, and I am going to re-post this story for others to enjoy. This is not my story, but that of The Dishonored Wolf. I believe he has left the site, as his account is no longer on it. If he request for me to take it down, I will do so. But know that I am doing this for EVERYONE to enjoy. I loved this Trilogy more than any other stories I have read. And one thing I can promise, you WILL cry in this trilogy. I re-read this trilogy about 4 times and I have cried every time. But, without further a due, enjoy!

1. The Scorched Earth

A lone grey wolf ran for his life. Fire spurted from the ground, debris and flame flying around him. He squinted his eyes and continued to run forward, gritting his fangs and lowering his head in cover. There were blackened, gnarled trees crumbling into ash in the remnants of the forest around him, burning branches reaching out to him like ghoulish claws, ready to grab him and tear him apart. The sky was dark, the pale moon glowing a dark crimson red.

All around him, animals ran frantically to escape the chaos, their fur pelts burning, and their eyes were filled with desperation. A tree landed in his path, sparks and charred bark flying every which way. He dug his paws into the hard earth, his guard hairs standing on end in terror. His eyes were wide and filled with fear, but he kept running. He tried to escape the forest.

Angular shapes flew overhead, roaring in anger as they did battle in the sky. Flaming bursts flew from them, some exploding into massive balls of flame and a hard, dark material. The large, lumbering forms of humans ran at each other, fire emerging from the long, deadly sticks that they carried, some hitting other humans, some hitting wolves and other animals. The forest and everything around the young grey was dying, the wolf running as fast as his legs would take him.

His muscles burned like the raging inferno around him, his breath coming out in short, agonized gasps as the smoke inhalation poisoned his lungs. His eyes darted back and forth, up and down, trying to make sense of the chaos and find a way out of the forest.

One of the large, angular things in the sky smashed into the ground in front of him, exploding and throwing metal and earth into the sky. Fire caught on the grey's pelt, causing him to yelp in fear. He tried to roll on the ground and rid himself of the burning, but the scorched earth only allowed more flames to leap onto him. His entire body was burning, the horrific pain stabbing at every fiber of his being as though being stung by a million hornets.

He screamed in pain and trampled through the burning forest, desperate to find a river. At long last, he found it, leaping into it. But the river held no salvation for the grey. The river was sickly, dark, polluted, and running black with gasoline and raw earth minerals. He felt his eyes burning as he clambered out of the river, coughing up the disgusting taste, only for the fire to leap inside his mouth and catch along the flammable materials that were inside of him. He was burning from the inside and out, and yet he would not die. He shrieked in agony, his howl coming out in the form of coughing flame.

Yet, beyond the pain he could hear a sweet, beautiful voice of a young she-wolf. He shifted his burning gaze, desperate to find her voice. He saw her, the dark silhouette of the she-wolf standing amongst the fire and flame. Her eyes glowing a deadly red. He knew her, yet she seemed completely foreign in this quite demonic form. He painfully took a step towards her, reaching out to her, pleading for help and mercy.

He collapsed, dragging his fleshy, burning form along the ground. His fur and been completely incinerated, fire protruding from his bowels and his tendons, muscle tissue, and flesh burnt away. His blood tried to flow, yet it was burned and crusted along what was left of his mutilated body as he crawled towards her. She glared at him, a low growl emitting from within her throat. He looked up at her, once again pleading for mercy, wanting to die. She barred her fangs, her ears tilted back, her haunches tensing, guard hairs raised, claws unsheathed. Her eyes glowed with a hateful fury. That's when she released that horrible, blood-curdling scream.

"YOU MADE ME DIE!"

Humphrey's eyes shot open and he bolted upright. He screamed, gasping for air. Unfortunately for him, he was previously sleeping on top of a rise, so when he stood up, he lost his footing and fell to the soft ground below. He landed with a thud, his back cracking in several places. He scrunched his face in pain, and then dragged himself to his paws.

He shook his head, breathing heavily. It was a horrible nightmare, one that he was not intent on repeating. In terror, he looked himself over, reassuring himself that he wasn't some horrible ghost of his former self. In his nightmare, he looked like a zombified monstrosity of a wolf. He looked the same as he should, his fur and body still intact.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked back into his den to where his wife Kate slept peacefully. He was surprised that she hadn't heard him, but he was thankful that he hadn't disturbed his mate's rest. He stared longingly at her before walking away.

The night was still young, dawn many hours off. The other wolves of the New Pack were sleeping peacefully amongst themselves. Humphrey, however, was dealing with his own personal demons. He walked to the river and leapt in, cooling himself down. He walked back to the shore and shook himself dry. He sat on the shoreline, looking down at his reflection in the running water. A golden-furred she-wolf walked up next to him, her amber eyes glowing in the reflection of the river. He didn't look at her, his blue eyes simply admiring the reflection of the two.

She buried her nose in his flank affectionately, and then looked back at him. He turned to look at her as well. She was his beautiful mate, the golden furred, Alpha she-wolf, Kate. He gazed deeply into her eyes, lost in them as though lost in a dark cave without any exits. No matter; he didn't want any exits, simply to stay lost in those eyes for the rest of his life.

"Are you okay?" She asked. His eyes darted away for a moment in hesitation, then returned. He smiled at her.

"Of course," he replied. "Why do you ask?" She stared at him skeptically, knowing something was up.

"Humphrey," she said, dragging her tail underneath his chin. He smiled as she did this. "I know you better than this, my love. Come on, what happened back there?" He frowned, concerning her. The last time he'd frowned was when he though she was to be mated with Garth. She hung her head low, her ears drooping. "Is it me?"

"No!" Humphrey said instantly, leaping to his paws. He tilted his head, looking her in the eyes. She returned the gaze. "You're the most amazing she-wolf I know, you know I can't live without you, Kate! No, this isn't about you, love. Sorry, I'm just on edge. I had a bad dream, that's all." She sat down and cocked her head in confusion. Humphrey having bad dreams? The fun-loving Omega she'd known all her life having a bad dream? This wasn't normal!

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked. He looked at her, seeing the willingness to help him in her eyes. That was one of the things he loved about his mate: she was so incredibly caring for him and others. Every day and night, he asked himself how he could have possibly managed to be lucky enough to actually become mates with her. He sighed and recounted his nightmare to her.

She sympathized for him, sad that he was plagued with this nightmare. She nuzzled him, burying her face in his neck fur. He returned the affectionate embrace of his mate, the two closing their eyes as they did so. He slightly parted his jaws and inhaled her sweet scent. She was his everything, his life, his passion, and everything he ever desired and required.

"It was just a bad dream," she whispered. He nodded and agreed with her, and then he allowed himself to be led back to their den. They curled up together, their heads nuzzled together. She licked his face and he returned the gesture. Kate fell asleep alongside her mate, but Humphrey could not sleep. The vision of blood and fire haunted his thoughts for the rest of the night. Those words that the she-wolf screamed at the end of his nightmare haunted him. He recognized the she-wolf and her voice, but couldn't quite make them out. They were muffled, demonic, haunted; luckily, they bore no indication that they were from Kate. He couldn't live with himself if anything happened to her. Yet those words echoed in his head like a horrible spirit plaguing him.

"YOU MADE ME DIE!"

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**A/N: Well, guys, this is my first A&O FanFic! What do you think of it so far? I just came from a different profile where I wrote Call of Duty FanFics and decided to give this a shot. Later on this story may become Rated M, but for now, I'll keep it at T and notify you when I change it to M. Hope you guys liked this and I'll be really thankful to get a review on what you all think of this so far! Stay awesome!**

**-The Dishonored Wolf**