A single wolf calmly walked through the woods taking in his surroundings' all he saw were trees stretching far into the sky, letting their leaves take in the vibrant energy of the sun. He started walking again trying to figure out which way to go next. He knew were he was and were he was going just didn't know how long it would take him to get there. Since his position was northeast of where he wanted to go he decided to go southwest. He set of remembering what made him begin his journey in the first place.
(Flash Back)
First person POV
I had arrived at the northern pack, after being gone for years in search of the only wolf I had ever truly made a bond with only to realize that they had died the very same day we had been separated. And ah yes the northern pack still looking the same way as it did when I was a pup. Since the winters are brutal up in the north most wolves' fur are completely black to give them more protection from the cold. Even though most of the wolves had black fur, few wolves had the occasional black fur mixed together with some amount of white fur. They all had the same ranking system as the other packs did you were either an alpha or and omega. If you had the qualities of being strong, having leadership, and being courageous then you were chosen to go to alpha school. Then after coming back in the spring you were a full fledged alpha, and your new duty was going out and hunting the caribou so that the pack did not go hungry. Caribou were rarely seen this far up in the north not liking the cold or something I guess, so many of the alphas had to go south and hunt for them. They would often get in trouble with either the eastern or northern wolf packs, something about invading their territory. It really didn't matter to me that much being a pup and all, as long as I got something to eat that's all that really mattered to me. The alphas were always praised about how hard working they were, and everybody who wasn't and alpha had to respect them and their authority. The omegas on the other hand where only there to relieve the tension like if two wolves had gotten into and argument or something like that. You were only giving the rank of an omega if you were not qualified to be an alpha or if it seemed like you could cause a problem for the pack if you were allowed to become an alpha. I would personally describe it as a group of rejects who were just given that title because the other non-omega wolves felt bad for them. I still don't see how they felt bad for them because every place I've been to it's the same. Every alpha treats every omega like dirt, most of the time not acknowledging their existence. Anyways back then and even now for that matter I really could care less what rank I am it wasn't going to change who I was or anything like that so why could I care what they call me. But some unforeseen circumstance that I should have seen coming from the multiple attacks those two wolves always gave us saw otherwise. Since that day I hated all northern wolves and decided I would live on my own, and just like that I left the pack becoming a lone wolf. Searching for the only wolf I had ever made a bond with, but that in its self ended in failure. I continued to walk further inside the territory of my old pack eyes staring at me from every angle. I had no doubt they knew who I was, and probably my motive of coming here. If they wanted to attack me I would welcome them to try and do so. I'm not as weak as I was back then I'll put up a fight and if they do take me down, at least I'll have the satisfaction of knowing I took some of them down with me. But to my surprise they let me go on ahead with no trouble at all, I started ascending the large cliff that would take me to see the head alpha. I had heard rumors that the same wolf who was in charge when I was a pup was still the leader, if so this would make things a lot more easier seeing as he would have a better understanding of who I'm looking for. I arrived at the top of the cliff and was now standing at the entrance of his den. I could tell he had already been informed of my arrival since he didn't look as surprised as the other wolves had when I arrived, they all expected me to be dead. The head alpha not as young as he used to be, he was considered to be the oldest out of the four head alphas that ran the northern, eastern, southern, and western packs. If anything he was, but of a shell of his former self just an old wolf waiting for death. His once bold black fur had gone away replaced by only a shade of black, his head fur which use to come down all the way to his shoulders now only went to the base of his neck. His green eyes had also dried up as if just waiting for death to pay him a visit and end his life already. Regardless of all this his body build had not changed he still had the technique and precession to kill any one who tried to take his head alpha position by force.
"I see you didn't die, like those two wolves thought you did," the old wolf let out a small laugh, "you out did yourself for an omega not even some alphas would have survived what you went through."
"So you know why I'm here don't you?" I asked
"Yes and I can tell you right now that any act of vengeance that you came here to do won't happen today"
"How dare you deny me something that doesn't even concern you", I yelled angrily, "you don't know what they put me through all the pain and loss, but no more today I'll return every bit of that pain!"
"Calm down believe me when I tell you that those two have caused me trouble as well and if you had come just two seasons earlier you might have been able to act out your revenge."
"What do you mean?" I asked with a perplexed look on my face.
"Sorry kid but both of them are dead I guess someone had a vendetta against them as well he just made it here faster. You see it was about last winter he just came hear did his thing and left as quickly as he came." I could tell by his voice that he wasn't really interested in any of this, but I really didn't care because I was shocked by what he just told me.
"What?"
"Yea pretty sick stuff I mean you couldn't recognize who they were after he was done with them, the only clue that we got that it was even them was the fact that they were killed in their own den."
"Who was it that killed them?" I asked even angrier now that someone had beaten me to their deaths.
"Well he really isn't from around here you see no one really knew who he was, but after weeks of investigation and witness reports from wolves that claimed they saw a wolf who wasn't from are own pack. I came up with a name and what pack he belongs to."
"Well what pack is he from?" getting angry and annoyed that he was making me wait for the answer.
With a sly smile on his face he answered me, "The western pack."
(End Flashback)
Walking in the woods was making me hungry I could hear my stomach growling I needed to find something to eat. Lucky for me I saw something moving in the woods and wouldn't you know it, a deer standing right in front of me. I crouched and stealth fully started crawling on the ground being ever so careful of my every movement so I didn't alert the deer that I was here. I had successfully gotten within inches of it deciding that this was the best moment I pounced on the deer. Going straight for the throat I sunk my teeth into its skin, pinning it to the ground in the process. I strengthened my grip on the deer's neck its body constantly trying to move and get away from the grip I had imposed on it. In the end it stopped moving and accepted its' faith, I removed my grip on the deer's neck getting ready to eat my prey. After getting rid of my hunger my mouth became dry now I was thirsty. I started sniffing around in the air trying to find the direction of the nearest source of water. I eventually found a small pond lowered my head to it and started drinking, the icy cold water running down my throat reliving me of my thirst. After, I had finished I looked at the small pond in front of me in it I could see my reflection. I was completely covered in grey fur a departure from the black fur that most of the wolves in the northern pack wore. My head fur was spiked up to give that menacing look that I wasn't going to bother you if you didn't bother me. Then there were the three bangs of hair that came down to my eyes which is annoying, because they would disturb my vision. I was also fairly strong, stronger then any omega, and even some alphas. Of course this was because I was a lone wolf, and I needed to be strong and have some skills if I was going to survive on my own. Just goes to show that even an omega can surpass an alpha if he trains hard enough. The last thing I saw in that reflection were my eyes cold and lifeless dark brown eyes staring right back at me. Then I saw the scar that ran down my left eye. A constant reminder of how weak I once was how powerless I was on that day, not even being able to save that single wolf.
"Hm I guess it's for the best that event made me who I am today, and now I head for the western pack to end this once and for all."
My name is Alastor, I'm a lone wolf out for vengeance, and I will end up making that wolf pay for what he took from me.
