The Rhinos thundered into the city. They were heading towards the landing zone. In the distance Ragnor's powerfully hearing picked up the noise of gun fire. The Orks were pushing in on the city but the back of the their force had been broken and the Space Wolves were no longer needed on this planet. For the first time in three days Ragnor's vox-comm worked, the sudden noise of static made him jump, he needed to rest if that caught him off guard. There were distant voice talking but they were hard to pick out over the white noise. Finally they could be heard.

'This is call out to the height ranking Wolf Guard left, Wolf Lord Kilean has fallen in combat. Reply. Over.'

'This Wolf Guard Ragnor, third in command. Battle Lord Gilianum has also fallen.' Ragnor replied seeing where this was going.

'Well Ragnor you are officially in command in till a new Wolf Lord is appointed.'

The Space Wolf driving the Rhino turned round and pointed at the hatch to indicate that they had arrived. The Space Wolves climbed out, their weapons harnessed, none of them ready to fight, the front line was fifty-two kilometres away.

'This is Ragnor, current commander of this company. All Space Wolves are to report to the landing zone. We're pulling out. If you cannot reach here in an hour contact me. Over.' Ragnor then set about getting the bodies to the Apothecary and Chaplin. Within the hour all the Space Wolves that were left arrived and loaded up onto the thunderhawks. Ragnor was the last living Space Wolf to leave this planet.

The ship moved silently through space, its engines quietly propelling it through space. Its destination was a planet; it was a whole year away from their current location. All the soldiers were asleep in the stasis pods. Its gothic hallways were dimly lit and cold. The bridge was in stark contrast to the rest of the ship, it was silent but full of life; The Captain stood in the centre of the floor and looked out the view screen, his lips curled into a smile.

Private Lusian stood on the wall, the heavy rain beating down hard upon his helmet. He struggled to see more than twenty feet in front of him, this damn rain had reduced his vision, he smiled to himself thinking that not even a Space Marine would be able to much further. His lasgun hung loosely at his side. Looking at his watch, he was angered to see that his watch replacement was later. Loud crack caught his attention, in the distance a heavy rhythmic thumping could be heard. He lifted his lasgun to the firing position and looked out across the waste. The thumping was getting closer. He looked to his left as another soldier approached him, ready to change watch. Another loud crack rang out and a bolt smashed into the soldier ripping him apart. Lusian dove the the floor.

'We're under attack!' He saw other soldier running out of their tents and heading towards the wall. Looking over the wall he saw the dull white armour of terminators. They walked slowly but with purpose. As another soldier joined Lusian's side on the wall a bolt flew out of the rain and severed him at the waste. By now the attackers would be about ten feet away. A loud clunk made Lusian panic, he knew that it was a missile launcher. Throwing himself from the wall. Moments later the wall exploded as a missile hit it. Dragging himself to his feet he began to run from the attackers and other soldiers opened fire on them. Screams of pain filled the air as the armoured angels of death moved out seeking their next victim. A Commissar exited his tent at the very moment Lusian ran past. Without a second thought he fired at Lusican. The laspitol had hit and he fell into the mud with a searing pain in his back, it was a fatal wound. He would die of blood loss. Second drag on seeming like years, denying him the warmth of death's embrace. The sudden thud brought his attention to a tall armoured figure. It looked at him before moving on. He had judged him a dead man, and he would be right within the hour he would die. Lusian closed his eyes. The terminator walked back to where he had seen that wounded soldier, he was gone. No sign of where he went. No matter that wound would claim him soon.

It had been a year since Ragnor had left that Ork infested planet. Now he was the Wolf Lord of the company. His company had spent most of the year at the Fang but a report had come in of the near by planet that had been attacked, normally this would be ignored, many planets were subject to raids but it was claimed that this had been committed by an Imperial force, even more disturbing was that it was claimed that they were Space Marines of an unknown chapter. The ship was now in orbit of the Grenas IV, the planet in question. Ragnor now stood in front of the thunderhawk. Two Grey Hunter packs were boarding. Looking round he saw the Long Fang pack walking towards him, as he had requested they were all carrying lascannons apart from the pack leader who had a bolt pistol and an axe. The four Long Fangs boarded and pack leader stopped by Ragnor's side.

'Are we expecting any hostilities down there?' Inquired Phairis. 'Or are we Long Fangs here as a precaution.'

'I didn't not want to go in on the first mission with out some veteran warriors.' Replied Ragnor. Phraisis then walked up the ramp of the thunderhawk followed by Ragnor.

The thunderhawk landed spraying mud all around, the ramp fell open and the two Grey Hunter packs ran down and split either way, they were followed by the Long Fangs who the ran to the cover of a ruined building. Ragnor and the Iron Priest Therion was the last off the thunderhawk. Two voices told him that the perimeter was secure. Ragnor now stood alone in the rain as Therion was looking for clues as to who commited this act. The few stone buildings that were left was covered in bolter damage but this could be chaos. No signs that it was Space Marines. Taking a dep breath, Ragnor's lungs filled with the stench of death. No bodies where here though. They had been removed and buried. A voice in his helmet informed him that an Imperial soldier who had survived the attack was on his way to meet him. Turning Ragnor saw the man; he was tall and had long blonde hair. He had blue eyes and had an unkempt air about him.

'Greeting captain, I am Private Lusian. I was stationed here when the attack struck, in fact I was on watch.' He struggled to smile.

'Well met. I am Ragnor, the Wolf Lord of this company. Come let us get out of this rain.' Ragnor turned and gestured at the thunderhawk that now sat silent in the centre of the abandoned complex.

Lusian entered the thunderhawk and to a seat, he clothes soaked through.

'Tell me all you can about the attackers? Take your time and recall each detail.' Ragnor spoke softly, he had respect for the warrior, he had given his life to the Imperium and had bore witness to this regiment being slaughtered.

'I was on watch, as normal it was raining and vision was reduced. Also the next soldier was running late for switch over. My time on watch had finished officially twenty minutes before hand. When the soldier arrived something caught my attention, the dull thud of the armoured feet. They moved slowly. Before I could see them, one of them opened fire and killed the soldier by my side. I couldn't believe it. I threw myself to the floor and raised the alarm. I looked over the wall, manly out of curiosity and saw their bone white armour. They were terminators.' Lusian took a deep breath and paused.

Ragnor was angered by the words. He knew what Space Marine chapter wore bone white terminator armour. For centuries they had hated each other. It was unknown why except to those with great power. How the Space Wolves despised the Dark Angels.

Lusian took another deep breath and whipped away a tear before continuing. 'Another soldier joined me on the wall and he too suffered the same fate. Before my eyes I witnessed them exploding. The sound of a missile launcher caught my attention and I threw myself from the wall and I fled knowing we couldn't win. By this point they were in the camp. A Commissar saw me running and shot me. The wound would have claimed me but by the Emperors grace I am stubborn and I just refused to die.' He genuine smile passed his lips.