The soft thud of paws against the rain drenched ground filled his ears as he ran. He ran as fast as he could, the wind blowing through his nostrils. He caught a scent, a familiar scent. His tongue hung from his jaw as he did. He seemed to be in search of someone, as if playing a game. The lips of the male wolf pulled up at the edges, into what seemed like a wolf-like grin.

He howled softly as he ran. Then the scent grew stronger, 'Rafe' he thought playfully though he received no reply from his mate, he could smell him, but he could not feel his brain waves. His eyes widened with worry as he ran faster, the muscles in his hind legs bulging as the large wolf ran. Now, this wolf was not like most. He was far too big, almost as big as a small horse, not only that, but it seemed to have a human like quality to the posture he ran in. Almost like if a human was trying to run on all four paws.

Then he saw what he had hopped not to see.

The thunder boomed loudly over head, a shrill howl filing the air. A silver tear escaping the large chocolate brown eye of the wolf-like creature. His body near that of a dead creature whose body was so mangled and bloody it was near impossible to tell what it was. Though he knew, oh did he know what this creature was, who this creature was. There was an unbearable pain ripping at his chest as if his heart was being ripped out of his chest. Another howl escaping his maw. His head hung low and his ears folded back against his head. His lover….was killed, by his own pack. He knew. He could smell their scent around him. Because they were going against nature, what nature you may ask? The pairing of a man and a woman. They had went against that, mating with one another, the both of them male.

He laid down on his belly, pushing his nose into the dead wolf's fur and a soft whimper escaped his throat. Never had he felt such pain, such agonizing pain. The loss of the male he loved had left him with an empty chest. He would never be able to return to his pack, he would never be able to return and have them still see him as the strong pack leader he was. Then in an instant his white eyes seemed to burn with anger. He stood up and the tears from his eyes. He was not going to let this go on unnoticed. He was not going to take this from his pack. He was their leader and he was going to show them who was boss.

He ran for the pack, his brown fur blending in with the forest around him. Most wolves had such coloring, keeping them well hidden in the environment. And when he was in human form his hair was the same. He reached the pack and let out a loud howl, ordering them to come out into the forest and out of the pack home. Since he was the pack leader the pack could not ignore him.

They walked out, all in their human forms; their heads were hung low, knowing what they were doing outside. He didn't have a large pack, just a few members. It was once much larger, more than thirty members, but they were attacked by vampires once...then they had been reduced to ten, not including himself.

Then the lightning cracked behind him, and then the loud boom of thunder followed. His eyes focused on them, picking at their minds to find out who had done it. Who had taken the man of his dreams? Who had taken the only thing that made him want to keep going on through the day?

When his eyes landed on the last four of his pack he growled, his eyes flashing red for a short period of time before he attacked. The rest of the pack was part of it as well, but they were not going to die yet. He wanted the 'masterminds' to perish first. He ordered the pack to stay in their place, causing them to stand still and not move one inch from where they were.

It wasn't long before his whole pack was in ribbons around him. His beautiful brown fur was stained with blood, and he cared not. He cared about nothing. Though he still cared about life to a point. He knew that Rafe would have wanted him to go on...maybe even live a human life now that he had no pack to watch over...maybe he would too. Try to blend in with the rest of the world.