The Journey of Stormfast by DogDrawler

Prologue

I come from a dark history. The start of a line of cursed generations. I was a bold pack leader. The best as I've been told.
I'm here to tell you a story of my great-grandson, Stormfast, the fastest wolf in Jasper Park. In case you don't know, I'm dead. I'm telling a story about hundred years after me (Dog Years). This is in the beginning before the Alpha and Omega Mating Movement. Before two wolves named Kate or Humphrey we driven far away to the country known as Idaho and later become famous.

But it all did start on the same day. The day before the Moonlight Howl. When the new Alphas were being trained on that last day of winter. Stormfast was a legend at this time; someone that wolves looked up to.

This story will tell how he made enemies, how he became a pack leader, how he'll have his own pack, how he'll get a mate, pups, and yes grandpups, and also how he'll get and lose his curse... from me... and change this treacherous world forever. I am not asking for you to like this story but rather realize that even the smallest of heroes and mistakes can have the greatest potential to influence all lives anywhere. Let this be a lesson to all you listeners and readers. Now... let this remarkable epic begin...

Part 1: The Cause

Chapter 1: The New Alphas (originally written somewhere in April or May 2012. Remade on October 21st, 2014 and June 29th, 2015)

Five wolves; Alphas in training, stand side by side; shoulder by shoulder; flank by flank... This was a race at the Eastern Pack. A race to let the Alpha School instructor know who's the fastest runner. It was known as the Issac Test. Here, a legend begins his journey against the odds.

"Five... four... three... two... one... go!" The five participants ran as fast as they could. Daring themselves not to pant. Smiled with their tongues sticking out of their mouths, breathing the oxygen-rich air of the forest. Hearing the sounds of intelligent life bounce back and forth in the familiar pattern all wolves know. Top speed: sixty miles per hour. But Stormfast was going seventy. Of course, there could only be one winner. That winner was none other than than the legend himself. A wolf practically born for speed. When he reached the finish line between the distinct two pine trees, it took two minutes before second place came.

"Ha! Beatcha'!" he yelled as Garth crossed. Garth was an orange wolf with turquoise eyes. He was the son of the pack leader. The most respected Eastern Beta . In time, he will be next in line when he marries. He was also Stormfast's cousin.

"How do you do that? Are you even panting?" Garth asked, puzzled.

"No. I just have a gift," answered Stormfast who proudly grinned among himself. He was a handsome wolf who was black with white on the tip of his tail and paws. He was the fastest wolf of possibly the world. A gift that comes in handy.

"I wish I was gifted like you," said Stone, Stormfast's best friend and adopted brother. He was a shy, friendly, superstitious wolf who had white fur with light brown spots. He looked up to his brother like a pup does to his father.

"Who cares if he won," muttered Scar, a brown male who was maimed at birth.

"Tony cares. 'Cause now he's gonna know who's the fastest runner," informed the instructor named Smokey, another brown wolf. He was tall, old, and ambitious. He is one of the Eastern Pack's greatest Alphas, mostly known for winning the Great Wolf Games three times in a row.

"Thank you, Smokey."

"Now all of you listen. Our pack leader, Tony will now give give various tasks that you'll have to listen carefully and do exactly." Tony was the current pack leader of the pack known the Eastern Pack. Their rival pack, known as the Western Pack had been their enemies for more than a century (Dog Years). Their rivalry has definitely made it's standoff in the society.

"Wait. What do you mean he will give us a task 'now'? We're not Alphas yet," said Claws, an orange female wolf, known for having a fierce personality.

"That's right." Smokey smiled. "Since today is the first day of spring... you all are now known as Alphas!" They all cheered. It was a milestone to complete one's Alpha training in the winter and become an Alpha, which is the supreme rank of the social order of wolves.

"Whoo-hoo! Not a Beta anymore!" shouted Garth.

"Glad that's over!" yelled Stormfast.

"Glad winter's over too," added Stone. "So who's ready for the Moonlight Howl?" The Moonlight Howl was a celebration held yearly on the first day of spring to unite young couples by howling at the moon, signalling the start of the mating season. It would be held on a high mountain known as Moonlight Howl Rock. Both East and West participated since the the border they shared went through it.

"I know I am," said Stormfast. "I've been working on my howls lately."

"So have I," bragged Garth.

"You howl?" asked Claws.

"Of course I do. Maybe not as good as all of you."

"Whatever," Scar said, not interested

"Well, you should know that I got a date with the Western Pack's leader's daughter for the " Everybody was confused.

"Wait, I thought Easterns couldn't howl with Westerns. Just like the Alphas and Omegas." Those were a couple of the pack laws of the United Regions, which were the confederation of Regions brought together to keep order. It was ran by the Constitutional Committee, a group of wolves who govern all the packs within the Regions.

"Well, the rules apply for all of you. You know that speech Winston told us last autumn?" Winston was the current Western Pack leader.

"Yeah, what about it?" said Scar.

"Well, he told us that if me and his daughter marry, it would unite the packs."

"Why would we need to?" asked Stormfast.

"Because caribou is disappearing from our pack. It could be the only way to end our little famine."

"That makes sense. I guess that's why I haven't seen a caribou track in a while."

"I hear the Westerns are hoarding all the meat," snickered Scar.

"No. They wouldn't do that. The Westerns are known for their kindness," said Garth.

"I agree," said Stormfast.

"I'm glad you both think of peace," said Smokey.

Just then, Tony walked up to them. As leader, he must check up on the new generation. He had a frail-looking body was a beard under his muzzle. His voice was god-like, scaring even the toughest of Alphas in his command.

"Are these the new Alphas, Smokey?"

"Yes, sir." Tony then turned his attention to the graduates.

"Well, congrats! I hope you all had a great winter. So... Smokey who won the race?"

"The legend of course."

"Stormfast? Again? Wow." Scar rolled his eyes.

"Well, Stormfast, Stone, Claws scar, and my son Garth. I hope you all are ready for the life of ahead of you, especially you Garth. you will be following in my journey of being pack leader. Ahhh... I remember my time in Alpha School in my dad said those exact words. His name, as you might recall in your history class was Bronx. I also remember when I did my Issac Test. I didn't win it though. My brother Owen won it. Dang, I'll never forget it..." He paused. "Stormfast?"

"Yeah?"

"Just to let you know, your father, Owen, was a great wolf. I know he died a moon ago along with your mom in the Great Blizzard. He said the only thing he could give you was his speed."

(Just thought I'd give you today's experience. I hope you all liked it. :) )