Chapter 51: We are yours

Hunter slammed his paw into the den wall, screaming in frustration.

How many times would his plans be thwarted? How many times would victory be in his grasp, only to be torn away by the cruel hands of fate?

They would pay, every last one of them, no longer would he sit around and pick at their forces, he was going to slaughter them all.

Now, they rested, and waited for Diablo to return, when he did, the Eastern and Western packs would burn.

Hunter smiled as he repeated the sentence out loud "They would burn…"


Diablo smiled, anxious for the events that rapidly approached him as he ran through a dimly lit town, by now, far from Jasper Park, off the reserve.

He couldn't wait; soon he would be back in his land of welcoming shadows, where you could simply kill someone because you felt like it.

Oh yes, it would be good to go home.

It had been four days since the disgusting little Omega saved his beloved Kate.

Diablo snickered as he remembered Hunters rage and hate, what a show that had been.

Diablo parted from the small town as he entered the forest, the tall mountains in sight. He was close…

He had been traveling for three days now, beginning the morning after Kate's escape, and hours after he explained to Hunter the reason his nephew was so …preoccupied…

Anger flashed through his mind, he didn't understand why he had to do this, they could defeat the Eastern and Western wolves on their own, of course Hunter had laughed at his proposition… his laugh was beginning to get annoying.

It was more than just his laugh, Hunter had the makings of a fine leader, but when did he think it was acceptable to treat Diablo like a dirty little servant.

If Diablo didn't think that Hunter could pose a threat on his life, do to his enormous size, he would have ripped his throat on then and there, taking yet another soul.

Diablo jumped over a fallen tree, the mountain growing in size as he approached it.

He had ran straight, not stopping for anything, he didn't need to, his body never felt weary, he never grew tired, he never hungered or had thirst…well… only for blood.

He did miss it sometimes, a cool breeze, and the sun on his fur, even feeling tired, it made him feel…normal.

Diablo shook his head as he continued to run, he wasn't normal, he was different and he took pride in what he was…what he had become.

The woods grew thick, a dreadful feeling hung in the air. The territory Diablo had just entered had always been flourishing with life… just a different way of life.

Diablo finally stopped his sprint, and began to walk through the dense woods, breathing calmly.

He had grown up here, in the dark woods, far to the east of Jasper Park and its ruling packs.

There was no Eastern or Western packs here, only those who walked in darkness, and those who dishonored themselves and walked in light.

Diablo smiled as he remembered the oath he was told to recite, May darkness always hold me In its cold embrace, may no kind actions be made, may those who suffer be left to remain to suffer, Forget who you were and accept who you are. No longer does your heart beat or long for companion ship or love. Our heart will always long for the darkness, and forever shall we serve.

Grinning Diablo began to sing in his mother's voice, a song she had once lured him to sleep with.

Our souls, owned.

Our hearts, sealed.

Welcome the darkness

And its true power will be revealed.

Walk in the shadows

And run from the light

The blood on our lips,

An eternal delight.

Let the souls we reap suffer and burn

Kill enough, and you will be turned.

I sing you this, my child of the night

Rip to shreds those who walk in light.

This promise to you I ensure

If you are chosen my son, we shall be yours…

Diablo finished his soft tune with a laugh as a fit, lean black and red wolf emerged from the trees, three other brown wolves behind him.

"Uncle, so glad to see that you have returned" Said Shade with a wide grin.

Diablo laughed again "Of course nephew, I told you I would, but I do not return with no burdens. You see, I am very close to having multiple souls, their resistance is futile, but they are great in number."

Shade chuckled "Of course Uncle, the pack is under your command. I must warn to though, we do not have all our forces, we are currently at war with the Light walkers."

Diablo began to walk towards the opening and the woods that Shade had emerged from, his nephew and his three wolves following behind. "We won't need everyone, Thank you for being so compliant with my request Nephew."

Shade shook his head in confusion, "Uncle, you are the Reaper, we would not dare go against your wishes."

Diablo grinned "Remember Shade, if in this life time I am killed, you will become the new Reaper."

Shades body shook with excitement at the thought of having absolute power over all the shadow walkers, there were so many; he would be so powerful… But for now, he Uncle ruled them all, being chosen by the glorious darkness as its Reaper.

Diablo smiled as they exited the woods and gazed upon the huge territory, wolves everywhere, some in their dens, some talking to one another. They outnumbered the Eastern and Western wolves by a long shot, nothing would stop him.

Shade finally snapped out of his excited thoughts of being the Reaper as he took a bow before his Uncle, his three followers doing the same. "Well, until that day comes my lord, we are yours."