PROLOGUE
My life as a pup was pretty normal. Yep, that's right. A pup. I'm no normal person. I'm a werewolf; and before any questions are asked, yes, there are vampires and other creatures too. No, I'm not lying because this is a story about my life; why would I lie to myself?
Before I start ranting about my life as a kid, there's a few things to know. My name's Austin Pierce and I'm a member of the Camp Raider's pack. I have a sister who is a pain in the neck and she's older than me by 4 years! My sister's name is Delilah and she's a pure black wolf. It's not the rarest fur color and she knows it. She's also been treated like a precious jewel ever since she was born. I was treated like any normal kid; I got told no on a regular basis while my sister was allowed to do everything. She didn't have a problem with it and I wasn't bothered by it at all. She was a girl and I was a guy. There were major differences on what we wanted to do, and generally my sister's wants were less dangerous.
Enough about my sister, my parents need to get recognized too. My dad was born into this pack and one day found my mother wandering the forest on her own. He obviously rescued her and brought her to the pack where she went through the trials and got her mark. Eventually they both fell in love, and well, you can tell what happened. My mother's name is Asari. It was given to her after she completed the trials and got her mark. Before that she was just known as stray and my mom wasn't treated very nicely. However, most wolves shut up and didn't talk to her when my father was around.
My father's name is Alastair. He's well respected in our pack and extremely loyal to our Alpha. If the Alpha said to go jump off of a bridge, he would do it without hesitation. He was also the youngest member of our pack to go through the trials and get his mark.
The trials are extremely painful and hard to go through but no one knows exactly what happens during them. The adults never talk about it so the younger wolves are left to make up horror stories. After the trials, every wolf gets something called their mark. It's not the same as a mating mark but there's a good reason for them. They tell other wolves how strong that particular wolf is. Most packs are terrified of the Camp Raider's because if a wolf got a mark that said that they were weak, they got thrown out into the wild to either be killed, or to go join another pack. The Camp Raider's was only made up of the most powerful and successful wolves.
We had two enemies that didn't fear us; the elves and the Sun Predators. Every elf is born with a special talent that usually makes up their role in society. All elves were ruled by King and Queen Svga. Both the king and queen were power hungry and they wanted to raise their social standing by defeating and killing all of the members of the Camp Raider's.
The Sun Predators had a different reason for wanting us dead; it was made up mostly of the wolves that were cast out of our pack. It had a few wolves from different clans but they all hated my packs guts. No one is sure of who started the pack, but their leader was named Bloodmane for his crimson fur coat. The moms in the nursery always told terrifying stories about him to warn us not to do something and it worked. Many of the young wolves in the clan, including me and Delilah, were horrified by the wolf.
But others laughed at the wolf's name, claiming that he wasn't real and his pack wasn't either. Maybe his pack wasn't real, but our Alpha knew for sure that we had two powerful enemies that could not be taken lightly.
The destruction of our pack started the night before my sister's trial day. No one knows who it was and there's a good reason for that;
I am the ONLYsurvivor.
