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Prologue: The White Quail
Blood stained the cool, gray walls. The remains of skeletons scattered across the teal-hued floor. The light source was neither the sun nor moon, but a mysterious, blue light, penetrating strongly through the holes of the damaged walls.
“Where is it?!” Boomed an outraged female voice.
Smash!!
A large male wolf with bristling brown pelt was thrust against the walls. The sound of his bang echoed through the dark cave, causing tiny bits of soot to tumble down from the ceiling. With all of his remaining energy, he weakly raised up his head. And his dark blue eyes focused on the shadow in front of him.
With another step, the shadow’s blackness turned into a silvery grey pelt of a she-wolf. Her brown, sinister eyes were glowing with only rage.
“You promised you’d bring it by full moon!” She snarled at the bruised wolf. “They call you the great wolf of Nightstar?! No! You’re nothing but an underdog! You failed even at my simple quest, Constellation!”
“I was going to give you the Quail,” the male wolf moaned weakly. “Until I realized what you were planning to do with it.” He concluded while he scratched his paws to desperately get himself up.
“It’s domination,” he added. “You’ve been planning it all along. Haven’t you, Manity?”
“So you’ve found out, Constellation,” Manity smirked. “Yes, it is domination. But it’s revenge against those who have cursed our sun. The humans. The Nightmare Pack shall destroy them for their arrogance.”
Constellation narrowed his blue eyes at the she-wolf that harmed him. Should he trust this she-wolf? Or was it another one of her tricks? Everyone said that the infamous Manity – alpha of the Nightmare Pack – had no honesty in her heart. Or was that just gossip?
The silver she-wolf raised her left front paw. “Give me the Quail, Constellation. And then you’ll receive your promised reward. Come on, I know you have it.”
Constellation sighed. “If it’s true that this raid is to revenge the humans, I’ll give you the Quail. They’re the reason I’m following a path that no mortal or immortal would follow.” The brown wolf crouched down, looked at his side-
-and then pulled out a small, lifeless bird with pure white feathers and black-beady eyes, and on its delicate head was a small black feather, like a crown.
“The White Quail,” Manity whispered greedily. “Looks like the legend caught a legend. I guess Frostbite was right about you. You truly are as amazing as they say.”
Constellation set down the Quail on Manity’s eager silver paws. The she-wolf bent down and gripped the bird gently between her jaws. Mumbling through the feathers and flesh, she replied, “Thank you, scum.”
“But what about my reward?” Constellation demanded. “You promised! This quest is the last hope I had for my pack!”
“Gullible stiff,” The alpha female snorted. “Haven’t you heard of my gifted scheming? You fell for it so easily.”
With that said, Manity looked up to the exit. Almost instantly –with a flick of her gray tail – wolves launched out of nowhere and surrounded the injured Constellation. Their colorful pelts varied from silky grey to tawny tan. Their only similarities were their sharp, fang-like teeth and devilish eyes that seemed mischievously ill.
“Tear him apart,” Manity ordered. Like ravenous lions longing for a meal, they lunged at Constellation. Howling and growling pierced through the cold air.
Manity smirked, her teeth almost piercing through the white quail in her mouth. Her brown eyes showed greed and coldness. Like the wind, she raced out of the cave. Left in the cave was Constellation, getting ripped apart from the savage beasts.
Blood spilled, caking countless pelts. But it wasn’t the usual scarlet red that mortals bleed. No. It was blue. Dark blue. As dark as the night itself…
Chapter One: Blackness
Whispering past the yellow grass was the warm wind. Shrubs and trees were caked in pale dust, with only bits of their green and bark showing. Wilted flowers showed their petals wrinkled and crisp with a black lining. Despite the dropping temperature under the blue ball of night, the desert was hot.
Dust slithered into Shengo’s throat. Though the particles were tiny, they burnt his lungs like mad. The wolf gagged and a tiny, pale cloud escaped his mouth as a result.
“Dust.” he sneered. “It seems like the sun’s not the only thing damned. The atmosphere is getting poisoned as well.”
Thistles clung to his tawny fur as Shengo brushed through the tumbleweeds. His brown eyes blazed with anger and impatience. His large paws thudded hard on the dry hard soil, except for his hind right paw. That paw was bare, no flesh or skin rested on it. It was only the talon-like bones clawing into the soil.
“Stupid Manity,” he muttered under his breath. “Why did she choose to rendezvous in Dusty Parks? It’s been hours and the sun’s gonna rise soon. Even idiots know not to be here during the day.”
“Shengo!” a familiar voiced howled. The auburn wolf turned his broad head to the left. Manity’s silver pelt was like the moon standing out in an ink-black sky. Her chestnut-colored eyes glared at Shengo.
“Alas, you are here,” she sneered.
“Where are the others?” Shengo growled.
“They’re finishing off Constellation. What a historic day. The day of the legendary Constellation’s death and the new era of the Nightmare pack!”
“You have it?!” The seriousness in Shengo’s tone vanished and was replaced with astonishment. It was a while since he was last impressed by Manity’s actions.
“Yes,” Manity crouched down to pick up the White Quail from the dusty ground. “It’s ours now,” she added.
“Now what?” The red and brown wolf asked. His brown eyes stared at the dead bird, its wing dangling in Manity’s mouth. The quail and Constellation beaten were the only proofs he needed. The Quail meant the legend was true. Perhaps Frostbite wasn’t a mad wolf after all. And the bird in the Nightmare pack’s paws, it must mean the immortal Constellation is no more. He deserved it, Shengo thought. That dog’s a traitor. He’s the reason why we all walk in night and avoid the sun.
“We’ll leave it to Frostbite,” Manity barked. “Only he knows what to do.”
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“Manity, we have a problem,” a calm voice broke the silence. Manity blinked her eyes opened. Her blurry vision first identified two yellow circles surrounded by blue.
The morning sky? She thought. Two suns? That’s impossible.
Then focus interrupted. The blue sky with two suns morphed into a wolf.
Oh, it’s him.
She recognized the blue pelt of Frostbite. On the day he was born, some said he was a bad omen. His light blue pelt was a reminder of the midday sky everyone once looked up and admired, not to mention his yellow eyes glowed like the sun.
“What is it?” Manity growled. “It better be good, Frostbite.”
“There’s something wrong,” the blue wolf barked. “It’s the Quail. It’s gone.”
She jerked up, brown eyes widen. “How can it be gone?!” she snapped accusingly. “I assigned the strongest warriors to guard it!”
“It wasn’t enough,” a familiar voice barked. Shengo limped up to the leader. Blue blood stained his reddish muzzle and long claws. A deep, fresh cut raced down his scruff to his hind legs and fresh dark blue blood crawled out slowly. His exposed skeleton paw was twisted in a bad angle, with a talon snapped off.
“A stranger broke in. We don’t know how, or who he is. But he was powerful. We couldn’t stop him.”
“What did he look like?” Manity demanded.
“We’re not sure. He stayed in the shadows most of the time and performed many ambushes on us. Every time he struck, we saw a hint of glowing red and-”
Frostbite interrupted with a gasp. His aqua tail gave a twitch. Manity shrugged, knowing that Shengo’s story frightened him.
“Continue,” she said.
“His claws and teeth were sharp.” The tawny wolf barked. “He was not like any wolf or thing I’ve ever fought before.”
“How are the others? Are they hurt?”
“Everyone who fought got injured badly. Well, not Crucita. He was killed during the attack.”
“Crucita?” Frostbite echoed. “He’s the best fighter in the pack! And he’s immortal, like the rest of us. Now he’s dead?!”
Crucita’s once bright silver eyes were now clouded and burry. One eye remained where it should be, in the socket. The other one was clawed out. Dark blue blood raced out of his opened mouth and scarred golden chest. The dead wolf’s claws were unsheathed and still had its sharp look. Besides the blue, a tuft of fur was tucked between his claws.
“So it’s true,” Frostbite set his right paw on Crucita’s side. No heart beat nor steady breathing rhythmed under his pads. Just stillness and silence.
“He was a good warrior,” Shengo padded up to join Frostbite.
“And a good friend,” the blue wolf added. Even Shengo had to agree with that. It had been years since he stopped referring to Crucita as a friend and only as a well-known acquaintance. It was before Shengo was promoted into Manity’s second-in-command. After becoming deputy, he stopped showing pity to anyone.
“Why did he have to die!” Shengo snapped. “I’ll kill him! I’ll kill that mangy intruder!”
“But you can’t if you don’t know your target,” Frostbite advised. Then his yellow eyes lay on Crucita’s front paw. “Fur!” the blue wolf exclaimed. “It must be the attacker’s!” He crouched down, using his front paws to slip the fur out of Crucita’s claws. It was dark as volcano ashes. The moonlight reflected on its silkiness, revealing a highlight of white among the patches of thick, midnight blue.
“Can you use the scent to track down the intruder?” Shengo asked.
“Worth a try,” Frostbite answered, shrugging. He tilted his head down, his black nose an inch from the tuft. After a short inhale, he withdrew his head back, his nose wrinkling tightly.
“I’ve never scented so many odors at once in my lifetime!” he yelped. “There’s blood, of course. But also many of the most disgusting scents I can think of!”
“But did you discover any territorial scents?”
“No. It’s not from the other six packs. I believe it’s impossible to uncover the intruder, maybe even Befri will agree. I’m afraid we cannot do anything. Looks like that thing took the Quail, and Crucita’s life.”
Shengo opened his mouth to speak, but then a soft whimper broke the silence. The tannish wolf looked up with his brown eyes at the dark, blood stained area. The whimper was heard again, but louder. “What is that noise?” he complained.
“Look!” Frostbite barked, pointing his fluffy tail to the right. There laid a tiny wolf pup, whining with its eyes shut, as if it was stuck in a nightmare. Its snow white fur stood out from the blackness.
“A pup?” Shegno wondered, narrowing his eyes. “Why would a pup be in a place that recently had a battle?”
“Everything’s a mystery,” Frostbite sighed. “But we can’t leave it here.”
“You’re not thinking of letting that thing into our pack, right?”
“With Crucita dead, several of our warriors injured and a killer around, we need extra paws. Any wolf can lend help.”
Shengo huffed angrily. “Fine. But only Manity can decide. You’ll probably easily convince her. And we’re lucky that we have a hard working nurse. I’m sure Allex will accept it.”
“It’s a male.” Frostbite barked, padding over to the sleeping pup. “Should we at least give him a name?”
“How ’bout Weakling?” the tawny wolf scoffed.
“That’s offensive,” the light wolf protested. “Maybe Starratus?”
“Whatever you want,” Shengo sighed, rolling his hazel eyes. “Come on, we’re wasting time.” He turned on his heels and dashed off, leaving a trail of prints: three paw prints and one talon print. Frostbite followed swiftly, with the white pup swinging in his jaws. There was only wind and whining that whispered through the night.
Chapter Two: Red Sun
“Mum, when will he wake up?” a high-pitched voice asked.
“Be patient, Leaches.” A calm, female voice replied. “He’s probably tired.”
“But he slept all day! I wanna play, Mum! Firestorm and his friend won’t let me in their games and Krome’s asleep as well!”
“Keep your voice down. Why don’t you go outside and see what’s happening? I’ll fetch you when he wakes up.”
What are those sounds? The white pup thought, snuggling to a warm, smooth side. They’re different from the birds’ chirping and the bristling leaves. And…I can understand them. Are they wolves, like me?
His thoughts were interrupted when something wet and warm raced over his head. The pup growled softly and slowly opened his eyes to look up. Above him was a grey she-wolf, drawing her pink tongue back into her mouth.
“Ah, you’re awake,” she barked kindly, with the relaxing voice he heard before. “Excellent.”
The pup didn’t seem to listen, his green eyes searched around the area. At the left, a small bonfire lighted up the room. Nearby it was another she-wolf with a glossy red pelt, snuggling a yellow and orange furball with her tail. The background was dark with brown, rocky walls surrounding the wolves.
Is this a cave? The pup thought.
“Where am I?” he asked the grey wolf.
“You’re home,” she answered. “Your new home.”
“New home?”
“Last night, two members of this pack, the Nightmare Pack, found you out in the wild. Our leader decided to have you become one of us.”
“A pack? What’s a pack, miss?”
“A group of wolves that lives together. We hunt, fight, and start new life together. By the way, I’m Allex, your foster mother. Are you hungry?”
“I guess.”
“Here,” Allex tossed a piece of pink meat to the pup.
“When you were brought in, you had teeth. You can eat it.”
The pup shrugged and tore of a bite. The juicy, sweet flavors splashed onto his tongue. He smiled to the enjoyable taste. “What is this?” he asked.
“Deer meat,” his foster mother said. “Full members of the pack hunt food for us. We’re lucky that a large herb of them live nearby.”
“Is he awake now, Mum?” a familiar voice echoed. Another pup scrambled inside. His pelt was dark brown with cream flecks and bright grey eyes..
“He is now, Leaches,” Allex replied.
“Great!” The brown wolf replied. The turned his gaze to the smaller pup. “Hi! I’m Leaches! What’s your name?”
“Um…” the white wolf thought. I don’t know my name. Do I have a name at all?
“A member of the pack named you Starratus. That’s your name.” Allex barked, resting her grey tail on her adopted son’s shoulder.
“My name’s Stawwoto?” he said.
“No, I think it’s Sturrito,” Leaches wondered. “It’s too long! Can we call you something shorter? Like a nickname or something?”
“What’s a nickname?” Starratus asked.
“It’s something other wolves call you instead of your actual name.”
“Why not Starry?” Allex suggested. “Why don’t we call you Starry?”
“Sounds good, I guess,” Leaches agreed.
“I like it too,” Starry added.
“Come on, Starry!” Leaches yapped. “Let’s go outside and play.”
“Um, ok.” He replied. He liked Leaches. He was fun, humorous and kind. He would make a good friend and a loyal brother.
“But first, I’ll get Krome. Wait here!” The brown wolf scurried off to the red she-wolf near the bonfire.
“Why hello Leaches,” she greeted.
“Can I play with Krome, Miss Rura?” the brown pup begged.
She sighed. “Alright. You’ve been waiting all night. He would be happy to play after all.” Her front paw nudged the golden puppy wrapped around her tail. With a yawn, the pup woke up, blinking his blue eyes open. Starry’s heart leapt, astonished by the older pup’s appearance.
Not only was he tall and had a yellow pelt, he had a long tail and an orange, fluffy mane that covered his chest and neck. Two gigantic, upper fangs jutted out of his mouth like a saber-toothed creature. A tuft of orange fur topped his head, with two floppy ears siding it. Depite his abnormal look, he was truly a wolf. He had a wolf’s muzzle and body. His pale legs were slim and his fiery-looking paws-though they had three toes each instead of four-were strong as a wolf’s.
Rura must be his mum, but is his father a lion? Starry secretly joked. And there must be some rabbit in his bloodline.
“What’s going on?” the strange pup asked.
“Krome, the new pup’s awake. Wanna play with us?” Leaches barked happily.
“Oh, sure. I am in a mood to play. Who’s the new guy’s name?”
“It’s long, but he likes being called Starry.”
“Hi,” Starry greeted shyly to Krome.
“’ello, Starry,” Krome smiled gently to the small white pup. “I’m Krome. Leaches and I are playmates, but you’re making us a trio now. Where should we play, Leaches?”
“How about the place the pups usually play?” the brown wolf suggested. “We should show Starry around if he ever wants to fit in.”
Krome shrugged. “Whatever you say. Come on, follow us.” He twitched his tail to Starry, indicating to follow him and Leaches. Both of the older pups were already racing out of the den. Starry followed, but slowly. His green eyes focused on the ground, careful not to trip on his paws. They were new and he has lack of knowledge on controlling them. Starting pawstep after pawstep, he became faster as he arrived to the entrance, where his two new friends were waiting.
“Slow poke, eh?” Krome chuckled. “But don’t worry, kiddo. You’ll become faster.” Starry couldn’t help but smile. While Leaches was the nice one, Krome was the encourager.
“This is where we play,” Leaches barked. “Take a look around.”
“Wow,” Starry’s head spun as he observed the new place. It wasn’t closed up by walls like the den, it was opened, and who knows how big this place was. There was no ceiling. It was a night sky with blue stars and the icy ball staring down below. The ground was grey with cool gravels.
“This place is huge!” Starry gasped.
“This place is just for us to play,” Leaches added. “It may look endless, but there are big wolves guarding this place, so we don’t get lost and stuff. But that doesn’t matter. Let’s play now.”
“What kind of game are we gonna do?” Starry queried.
“I recommend we don’t play tag, slow poke,” Krome joked.
“How about fetch?” Leaches thought.
“What’s fetch?” Starry asked. Showing me the pack won’t help me become one of them. I have to know everything they talked about. When will my curiosity end?
“Fetch is when someone throws a stick and you catch it and bring it back.” Krome explained. “A stick is a thin, long wooden piece that comes from plants. I’m guessing that’s your next question.”
Starry shrugged, embarrassed. “Can we try it?” he asked.
“Whatever you want,” Leaches yapped. With his mouth, he picked up a long twig in a stick pile nearby. He tucked his brown head behind his shoulder and swung it out, releasing the stick. It flew through the dark sky, spinning that is was hard to see it twirling. “Fetch!” he cried.
Seeing “fetch” as a signal, Starry dashed off for the flying stick. He was nearly collapsing every few moments thanks to his clumsiness. He could hear Krome laughing softly, at least not in a rude or taunting way. Then Starry felt his face collide into a fluffy wall.
“Hey!” An unpleasant voice growled. Starry took a step back, getting a better view of the broad dark wolf pup he crashed into. His pelt was brown like Leaches, but had a blacker tone. His orange eyes blazed with irritation. This wolf was bigger and older than Krome. He also seemed meaner.
“Eeep…” That was the only word Starry could utter.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” the large pup spat. “You think you can just bump into me like that?!”
“I-I didn’t mean-”
“Problem, boss?” Another voice asked. Starry noticed a pup smaller that the dark brown one and almost as big as Krome. He was light grey, almost lavender. His large eyes had an intense shade of violet. They were blazing at the white pup, as sharp as a owl’s.
Next to the palish wolf was another one, nearly the same size. She had silky, sand-colored fur that seemed to be feathers on her belly, chest and tail area. The look on her auburn eyes read mischief.
“Yes, Splinter.” The biggest of the three hissed. “We do have a problem.” In a blink of an eye, he pinned Starry down menacingly. “Shall we handle this the usual way?” He sneered to his friends.
“Firestorm, let him go,” Starry heard Leaches spat. He and Krome were rushing up to the three other pups. “Go easy on him,” he pleaded. “He’s new here.”
“You mean he’s the pup brought in yesterday?” the dark pup, Firestorm, narrowed his orange eyes.
“Yeah, he’s called Starry,” Krome replied.
The lavender wolf snorted. “What a pathetic name.”
“I agree, Splinter,” Firestorm added. Then he turned his gaze to the sand-colored pup. “What about you Cuetolu?”
“Defiantly,” the tan one answered. “Starry, only an idiot deserves that name.”
I’m not an idiot! Starry wanted to yell. But he kept his mouth sealed. He would let his friends do the talking for him.
Leaches rolled his black eyes. “Come on, Starry. Come on, Krome. Let’s leave these jerks be.” Krome nodded in agreement. With his tail landing on Starry’s shoulder, he gestured the white pup away, leaving the sneering three pups alone.
“Those guys are Firestorm, Splinter and Cuetolu.” Krome whispered into Starry’s ear. “They’re the oldest of the pups in the pack.”
“And the meanest and bossiest,” Leaches added with a grunt.
“Just ignore them. Don’t let them hurt you.”
“Ok,” Starry barked quietly. He had already experienced kindness, but cruelty was not what he expected. “Will they learn to be nice?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Krome admitted. “But I hope they do. They’ve been nothing but bullies to Leaches and me before you were here. But we’ve grown used to them. You will to.”
“I can’t wait for the two weeks to pass. They’ll soon become apprentices and move out of the nursery!” Leaches yelped.
“What’s an appwentice?” Starry asked.
“When a wolf pup becomes two moon, he or she will move out of this nursery and learn how to fight, hunt and serve for the pack. The next rank is becoming a full member of the pack.”
“Wow.”
“Should we head back to our mums?” Krome asked. “We can play some other time. With Firestorm and his dumb friends out of the way.”
Starry nodded eagerly. He would rather be in the comfort of Allex and Rura than being near that mangy dark wolf.
“Sure,” Leaches agreed. “Let’s hang out with them.”
“You’re back?” Allex sounded dumbfounded. “Early?”
“We ran into Firestorm,” Leaches muttered. “He ruined our fun.”
The grey queen sighed. “Pups will be pups.”
“What can we do then?” Starry asked. They may be out of Firestorm’s way, but now they were on the path of boredom.
“How about I tell you three a story?” Allex offered.
“Please, miss Allex!” Krome begged. “I’m sure Starry would love one! Can you tell us the story about what happened to the sun?”
The sun? That was when a huge thought came into Starry. Why did they play in the night, and not the day? Was it because the sun was gone, as Krome has stated? Blue blood? What was he talking about?
“Alright then,” the grey she-wolf barked. Leaches snuggled to her chest, ears pricked up, ready to listen. Krome lied down next to the brown wolf, his long golden tail wrapped around his body. Starry nested between Allex’s belly and tail, wondering how the story would begin.
“This story began three thousand years ago,” she began. “Back then, our planet-Nightstar-was a beautiful place. It was a beautiful blue globe, with huge green, islands that showed great hospitality. Flowers bloomed. Birds chirped. It was like the planet it is today. But the difference was that everyone loved the sun. Pups played and wolves hunted under the bright blue sky and the golden fire ball. The wolves were different as well. Unlike us, they were mortal, and had death as their final stage after elderly. Their blood was scarlet, or red, while we bleed blue.”
So we’re not normal? Starry thought. So we live forever and have blue blood? But how?
Allex continued: “Those mortal wolves were our ancestors. They formed the packs and created our culture. But deer and prey weren’t their only neighbors.
“Bordering our ancestors were creatures we call humans. They grew no fur or frolicked on four. Hair grew from their heads, and the males often had it on their chins. The rest of their body was covered by pale skin, and they often wore additional pelts made of plants over themselves. Instead of using their claws, which were stubby and smooth, they made weapons to defend and hunt; they called them spears and arrows. And they stood and moved on their hind legs and used their front ones to carry stuff, instead of their mouths.
“Humans hunted our ancestor’s deer and cut down their trees to make their dens. However, peace was over the two races. A treaty was settled between the wolf pack and human tribes. They shared the food and territory as long as there was no trouble among them. That lasted until years later.
“The humans had forgotten the treaty. They began to harass the wolf packs. They cut down more trees than they needed and hunted more than they ate. They turned the trees into wood and used them to give their fires strength for their parties. And deer meat was a popular refreshment in their celebrations. They’re population grew madly. And so did their loudness. In their spare time, they seemed to do nothing but talk, talk, talk. The noisiness scared the deer away, making it harder to hunt. And when they had unwanted things like bones and pottery, they tossed them into the wolves’ territories. Plants died and the land was covered in trash.”
“Did the wolves twied to stop them?” Starry asked.
“They did,” his foster mother answered. “Wolves from the packs were sent to discover about the humans’ next move and try to prevent it. But, they never returned. The humans managed to catch them and tame them. The wolves became what we call ‘pets’. They became loyal to the humans. Protected them. Played with them. And hunted with them. In return, the humans gave them food and shelter. The pets forgot about the wild wolves they once were.”
Starry heard Leaches growled. Do wolves hate humans so much? He wondered. They messed with their land and food. They forgot the treaty. Did they learn their lesson yet? The white pup tilted his head closer, ready for Allex to continue.
“Then one day, while humans and their pets were hunting, one of the tamed wolves scented something. It was neither deer nor an intruder from another human tribe.
“‘What is it?” the wolf’s owner demanded. The wolf barked boldly and dashed of with the others racing after him. After a long period of running, the wolf stopped, and dug into the grassy ground. When the humans and the other pets arrived, they paused, amazed by what he found. In the hole he had made lied a thick, black puddle. It was what we called oil.
“Ever since the discovery, oil has been popular throughout the human tribes. It made multiple uses. The uses are unknown to us wild wolves. All in all, they only had one thought over it: something to detest over.
“Oil had a horrible odor. Not only was the aroma disturbing for us, it was also poisonous. When it was in use, smoke was usually the aftermath. The smoke poisoned the clouds and made acid rain. The acid rain caused the plants and prey to get sick and, eventually, killed. Food that managed to get hunted by wolves was deadly for them. The unsafe plants they ate made them dangerous to eat. It caused stomachaches and sickness over the wolf packs.
“Oil also changed the heat. We called this oil phenomenon ‘Global Warming’. The oil and smoke made the atmosphere hotter. Springs turned into summers, winters had less snow, and droughts were common. It was a great depression for the packs while the humans and pets didn’t notice their suffering.
“Finally, after a decade of Global Warming, it was taken to a whole new level. One afternoon in the human tribes, the race were minding their own business. And, of course, they were using their precious oil. Then, something extraordinary happened. The smoke…it wasn’t rising plainly in a snake-like shape. No. All of the smoke rising gathered to each other, forming a mass of grayness and gas. The gas ball caught the human and pets attention. Even the wolves patrolling near the tribes’ borders stopped hunting to see the strangeness. The ball of smoke began to rise towards the sun. Then it vanished, and so did the sun’s yellow gaze. It was replaced with an evil red and orange.
“There was a warm gush of wind and then the atmosphere began extremely hot. Every human and pets raced into their huts. The hunting wolves raced back home, but never make it. Halfway home, they lost their energy, begging mercy that the intense heat would go away. Eventually, they died from heatstroke.
“The new sun dried up streams and killed plants. Food and water were nearly scarce throughout the lands, well, if there were lands. The heat melted the ice caps from the north. The watery ice plopped into the oceans, causing increasing size and deadly waves. Tsunamis flooded the islands and many drowned. Survivors were never found. Only Midnight-the biggest island of Nightstar-remained unflooded. It was total chaos. The sun that helped grow the world was now an enemy for Mother Nature.
“‘It’s the humans’ fault!’ A pack wolf growled when night came. ‘It was them who caused the sun to turn evil! They must be punished!’ One by one, the wolves agreed, snarling menacingly. War was coming. The treaty had vanished. Peaceful times were now replaced with blood and death.
“The wolves raided the human tribes, killing them one soul at a time. With the day dangerous, they had to adapt being awake under the blue moon and asleep when the sun was up. Every time the moon arrived, they raced through the dried up land and fought the defend-less humans.
“Soon the pets joined the wolves in the battles. All except one: Drummer. Drummer was the wolf who found the oil. He knew that he was infamous to the wolves for that. He couldn’t go back to their side.
“Then, in one raid, the Nightmare Pack was making their way to the human villages. Leading them was Manity, the new leader after the previous one died from old age and sun cancer. She growled menacingly with her pack following. Then she skidded into a halt, nearly crashing into Drummer, who just sat there calmy.
“‘Step aside, traitor,’ she growled.
“Drummer shook his head. ‘There is no need to go here.’ The black wolf barked. ‘The humans aren’t there.’”
“‘What?’ Manity gasped. ‘What do you mean they’re not there?”
“‘I’ve sent them away. During the war, I’ve discovered a portal not far from here. After a few tests, I encourage the humans to enter it. They are now in a planet called Earth. Reptilian creatures have died of and the humans will start a new life on Earth. Hopefully, they learned their lesson and won’t cause trouble their.
“‘Then why didn’t you bring the wolves instead!’ Manity questioned. ‘It was them who had to be punished, not given another chance. It should be us wolves on Earth! Not them!’
“‘Well, too bad. The portal closed. Maybe forever. We’re all stuck here…”
“News about the portal spread throughout the last island of Nightstar. Wolves were furious. ‘Drummer must be punished!’ they chanted. ‘He must be killed for his doings! Finding oil, betraying his own kind and letting humans free! We must kill him and have him rot in the underworld!’
“Every wolf pack sent the most elite wolves to hunt down Drummer. For months, he was never found. But they never gave up. The elite ones may not find him, but they knew one that might find Drummer: his brother, Constellation.
Leaches squealed. I’m taking that as ‘this is a good part!’ Starry joked to himself.
Allex took a deep breath, and barked: “Constellation was a wolf in the Sweethills Pack, a neighbor of Nightmare Pack. He was very close to Drummer before he was captured and turned into a pet. He had to accept the mission. Constellation too was raged for his brother’s betrayal.
“‘Ah, Constellation, what are you doing here?’ Drummer asked in the cave he was hiding in when his brother somehow arrived.
“‘You have to be stopped.’ Constellation replied, dark blue eyes blazing. ‘I’m sorry, brother. I love you, but what you’ve done is turning love into hate.’
“The black wolf snorted, ‘You can’t kill your kin.’
“‘If you have turned against wolves, then you’re not my brother.’ And with that, Constellation leapt and attacked. They fought with claws and teeth sharp as a human’s dagger. Growling and snarling, biting and kicking, bleeding and panting. Scarlet blood was racing down Constellation’s shoulder and chest while Drummer had his muzzle leaking out red.
“Finally, Constellation pinned his brother to the cave’s wall. And killed him with a swipe on the neck, with blood spilling, the red drops spattered on the cold floor. After that, Constellation felt something race through his body. It felt tingly and entered into his veins, soul and blood. He looked down. What he thought were scarlet drops were morphing into a shade of dark blue. He peeked over his clawed shoulder, still oozing blood. The red blood was also turning blue. ‘Wh-what’s happening?’ he barked out loud.
“‘You’re changing.’ A familiar voice echoes through the cavern. It was Drummer’s voice.
“‘What do you mean?’
“‘When you killed me, you became immortal.’
“‘Immortal? Like the vampires?’
“‘No. You are wolf immortal. Vampires are an example of human immortals. Wolf immortals are better than human immortals. They bleed blue as a symbol for no elder-hood. Now, every wolf will have blue blood, thanks to you. The next generation of wolf pups will be born with blue blood. That is the wolves’ gift. You will live forever unless you are killed. But you are still stuck here.
“Constellation snarled. ‘Tell me how to reopen the portal!’ He demanded.
“‘There is a way to reopen it, but it’s nearly impossible. To bring the portal back, you must find the White Quail.’
“‘White Quail?’
“‘The White Quail is an invincible bird, immortal like you. Before I found the portal, I stalked it, in a mood to hunt. I tried to kill it, but it was too quick and smart. I managed to make the wing bleed, but it got away. Then its blood splashed onto the dry grass, a small portal opened. I found out how to make it bigger with some few herbs and the magic of Green Fire. If you want it, go get it. It’s hidden but you’ll never find it…”
“What happened next?” Starry asked.
“That’s all,” Allex sighed.
The white pup groaned.
“Don’t worry,” Krome nudged Starry. “It’s the end for Allex’s story. But wait until you here the latest gossip.”
Chapter Three: Suspicion
A butterfly with silvery green wings fluttered through the unusually bright night. Starry’s gaze stared with pure focus on it, following it to keep it under a good sight distance. He laughed with happiness. No Firestorm. A bright night. A life he would like to have with only carefree.
When the butterfly landed on a yellow, small flower, it penetrated its tongue into the nectar. The bright wings flinched softly. Suddenly, a flash. The butterfly was gone. But its wings –just is wings –lied near the flower.
Starry gasped. Where did it go? He thought.
“That’s a question. But another question is where did you go?” A thunderous voice echoed.
Starry jumped. “Who-who’s that?” He yelped. The voice was something he never heard before.
“I asked you first, Starry,” it snapped back. “Where did you go?”
“What do you mean? And, how did you know my name?”
“That’s two more queries. I won’t answer any until you answer mine’s! Where did you go?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“That one was a lie!”
Starry gasped, feeling an invisible force pin him down.
“Tell me!” It demanded. “Where did you go!! Wake up!”
“Wake up!” Starry felt a paw rustle him. He jerked up, eyes wide opened. He was no longer in a bright night. He was back in the den.
“Finally,” Krome sighed, relieved. “You’re awake. You looked like you were in a bad dream.”
“I think I was.” The white pup barked.
“Really? What happened?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll just tell you that I’ll ask one question at a time from now on.” Starry ended with a shudder, his white pelt bristling.
Krome chuckled. “Whatever you say. Come on, Stars. Leaches wants to see the hunting patrol arrive.”
Leaches had his head searching fast around the nursery. His brown tail was up with his front left paw risen up as will.
“We’re here, Leaches.” Starry barked, walking up to his brother.
“Great. Just in time. It’s also a miracle that Firestorm’s not here.” Leaches smirked.
“What exactly are we doing?” The white furred wolf asked.
“Two hours after the moon rises and the sun sets, a group of wolves goes out to hunt. They usually come into the nursery with a deer or two.” The brown pup explained.
“They’re here!” Krome announced after sniffing the air with his grey nose. Starry looked around, pawsteps whispering and gradually getting louder.
“Order up,” a friendly, new voice barked. A tall, broad wolf entered the clearing. His pelt was dappled silver with grey on his muzzle. His amber eyes shone brilliantly. In his jaws were a small, but meaty deer.
“Who’s that?” Starry asked.
“That’s Bringel.” Krome said. “He’s Allex’s mate.”
“That means he’s my father,” Leaches added proudly. “Not to mention that he’s one of the best hunter and fighter of the pack!”
Bringel walked up to Leaches and muzzled him. “Looks like someone got up early to see his daddy.” He joked. “And who’s this?”
“Dad, this is Starry. He’s the pup that Shengo and Frosty brought in.”
“Oh really?” Bringel chuckled. “I’ve heard Allex is going to play as mother for him. It seems like you finally have a brother.”
“Does this mean you’re my dad too?” Starry asked.
“Kid, if you’re Leaches’ brother and Allex’s son, then of course you are.” The silver wolf replied.
“Bringel!” Another new voice snapped. The silver wolf slightly jumped, but then relaxed.
“Shengo, do you have to yell at wolves every time they see they offspring?” He said back.
An auburn wolf stepped out and into the nursery. His brown eyes were narrowed into slants at Bringel.
“I’ve only told you to bring the doe in.” The wolf growled. “Not to update with these pups.”
“Come on. Why do you have to be such a killjoy? You would feel like me if you had pups, Shengo.” Bringel protested.
“I’m deputy, soft-heart. I don’t have time for finding a mate and having pups. And we have other duties to do than entertaining young ones. Our river hasn’t been checked yet and I’m enforcing defense. With Crucita dead and a stranger out, we must be aware of anything. It always wonders me how you master hunting and fighting when you’re always unfocused!”
“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll go join the water patrol. Sorry, Leaches. Tell your mother I said hi.” The bright-pelt wolf dashed off.
Shengo rolled his eyes. “I just don’t understand those wolves.”
So that’s Shengo, one of the wolves that found me. Starry mused. Based on this attitude, he doesn’t like pups. Then why did he rescue me from the wild?
“Well, well.” Shengo barked to Starry cruely. “Looks like you’re getting along.”
Shyness paced through Starry, not knowing what to say.
“You better be good.” The auburn, older wolf added. “I don’t want rescuing you becoming a future disaster.”
“Shengo, don’t scare them.” Allex’s voice snapped. Starry felt her pawsteps thudding as the grey mother blazed up to the deputy. Being shorter than Shengo, Allex had to stretch up, on her toes, to look bigger and tougher. Her grey eyes stared at Shengo like an enemy wolf and snarled.
“Bringing Starratus was not, I repeat, not, a mistake. I love him as if he was my one son. Just because you’re second-in-command doesn’t mean you have the right to disrespect everyone!”
Shengo growled. “Allex, you love every pup. You act like everyone’s mother. You’re as soft as your pathetic mate.” With a curt cough and turning over his shoulders, he added, “Still-prefers-Weakling-as-a-name!”
“I heard that!” Leaches interfered.
“Shut your muzzle or I will,” the big wolf spat. Leaches look liked he shrunk, slumping behind Krome and whimpering. “It wasn’t my idea to bring that white, museless thing in anyways. You’re just lucky that Frostbite’s my friend and I don’t want to disappoint him.”
If you don’t want to make him angry, why don’t you do the same to your other packmates?! Starry thought angrily.
“Leave!” Allex retorted. “If you’re longing to become the best deputy, go back to your precious work!”
“Humph,” Shengo snorted,and then turned halfway to leave. Starry’s heart paused for a second when his green eyes laid on Shengo’s hind paw. It wasn’t covered in the reddish fur like his body and other paws. No skin, mo muscles. Just a bleached skeleton.
When the spooky deputy left, Allex rested her tail on Starry. “That was Shengo.” She explained. “He’s second-in-command. He assists the alpha leader: Manity. He’s very cruel to others, but he usually gets away with it. Just ignore him, like Firestorm, Splinter and Cuetolu.”
“Wh-what happened to his paw?” Starry asked, shuddering. “There was no fur. Just…bones.”
“Remember the red sun?” Allex answered. “One day, Shengo wasn’t able to reach the pack’s sun-protected shelter. Then the sun risen, he got in, but not his paw. It literally burned until and that skeleton was left of it. Strangely, he can still move that paw without any of its muscles and nerves.”
“I don’t wanna be like that grumpy bear!” Krome yapped. “I never want to get any hair on my pelt and mane burned off! I’ve heard that the paw’s a reason why Shengo’s so mean, right Miss Allex?”
“That’s just our opinion,” the grey wolf sighed. “Although, he did started acting differently when that happened.”
“Hey!” Not expecting it to happen, Firestorm launched out of nowhere and pinned Starry down.
“That wasn’t funny!” The white pup growled.
“Scaring cowards like you is funny to me!” Firestorm sneered.
Krome stepped up. “Firestorm, get off.” He ordered, trying to sound reasonable and responsible. “Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size?”
“That saying’s getting older and stupider by the minute.” Firestorm snorted in reply, releasing Starry. “Come on, you were tolerant before, Krome. I’m sure you can wait another two weeks. When you guys become apprentices, we’ll have some awesome moves to show off. Teasing and taunting the same thing everyday is getting old.”
“Then go!” Leaches stepped up and glared at Firestorm. “Don’t bother us if you’re losing interest in it!”
Splinter walked up accompanying Firestorm. “Don’t tell us what to do!” The lavender wolf retorted. “Come on Firestorm. If we spend more time on these younger idiots, they bossier they become.”
Firestorm nodded. They both left, tails and heads high as if they were royalty.
Do you carry hatred on that jerk? An inner voice whispered in Starry’s mind.
Oh no, you’re the voice in my dream! He gasped in his mind. C-can the others here you?
Fine, child. I’ll answer this one. No, only you can. You still owe me an answer. I’ll be awaiting you in your sleep.
“Starry, what’s wrong?” Leaches said, interrupting the silent conversation. “They’re gone. And I think they won’t bother us until we become two moons old. That’ll take ages.”
The white pup shook his head. “Oh, umm, I’m fine.”
“Come on, let’s eat the deer Bringel brought it. Then let’s play.”
Chapter Four: The Last One
“I have been waiting, like I promised”. The voice hissed.
“What do you want?” Starry demanded when he opened his eyes in a dreamless nowhere. “I’m tired from a whole night of playing. I don’t need a day of you.”
“I’ll only leave until I am content. And I won’t be satisfied until you tell me-“
“Yeah, yeah, where did I go. I’ve told you before last time. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Starry shuddered as he looked down. There was no ground. It was like he was in the night sky, ready to fall any minute.
“Hmm…maybe you are telling the truth. The voice whispered. Maybe it’s because you don’t know what happened.”
“What happened?”
“Remember, idiot? Allex’s isn’t your real mother. Leaches isn’t your real brother. You were found, not born in the Nightmare Pack.”
Starry gasped. Was the voice questioning about his past before Shengo and Frostbite found him? He never recalled what happened before he woke up in a Nightmare’s den. Why was he abandoned in the first place? “What do you know? DO you know anything about my past?”
“Yes. First, do you know about Constellation?”
“Yeah, he’s the one that killed Drummer, his brother and the one that cause the humans to destroy the sun.”
“So you know what happened to that Drummer. But do you know what happened to Constellation after his brother died?”
“Umm…no. What happened?”
“Well, after Drummer’s death, the wolves have been searching for that legendary White Quail, hoping it would lead them to Earth. Years, then centuries past. They still can’t find the White Quail. Many packs gave up the search, and the Nightmare Pack was the last one left looking for it.
“Eventually, they visited the Sweethills pack, for Constellation. The neighboring pack was weaken with only fifteen wolves remaining. But they show pride with Constellation among their ranks. The Nightmare Pack respected the Sweethills pack, but they truly have jealousy over them. They believed that Constellation belonged to the Nightmares, that they deserved the pride the Sweethills have.
“Manity made a deal with Constellation. Since Constellation was closest to Drummer before his betrayal, she believed that his instincts would bring him to the White Quail if he tried harder to find it. If he returns with the bird by full moon, Manty will lend strong wolves from her pack to support the Sweethills pack.
“Did he found it? If he did, why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“In the Nightmare Pack, pups aren’t told much about what’s happening currently. Which mean queens cannot hear the latest news as well. But I’ll tell you, if you don’t tell anyone else, or I’ll deny it.”
Starry nodded. “I won’t tell anyone else. I swear.”
“Very well, he did came back by full moon, with the Quail. But, he didn’t receive the wolves that Manity promised. She double-crossed him, and a patrol of Nightmare wolves attacked Constellation while Manity returns home with the Quail.”
“So the Quail was found, but it cost Constellation’s life? But, if it was found, why hasn’t a portal to Earth opened yet?”
“The Quail was being guarded by the strongest wolves while the green fire was being prepared. But they had a little visit by a powerful someone. No one knows who the intruder was, but it injured the warriors and killed one. Then they found you.”
“I was found right after a deadly battle?” Starry asked in unison. “And the discovery of the White Quail, and the death of Constellation?”
“Correct. Interesting isn’t it? Think about these events. For now, you have a meeting to attend to.”
“Wait, what do you-”
A howl broke the dream. Starry opened his eyes and got up in the nursery.
“What’s happening?” he heard Leaches wonder.
“Meeting,” Rura answered. “A howl in the early night means Manity wants every wolf in the pack to gather to hear what she needs to say.”
“But I thought the pups of the pack aren’t allowed to hear the news.” Starry interrupted. Rura looked at him suspiciously.
“How do you know that?” she asked.
“Umm…” he didn’t know what to say. Argh! That voice it right! I am stupid! I should have kept quiet. I can’t explain to her that a voice in my head told me. She’ll think I’m crazy.
“Less talk,” Allex barked to change the subject. “We should get going.” Rura nod, probably forgetting what Starry said.
“I’ll go get Krome,” she claimed. “You go on ahead with Leaches and Starratus, Allex.”
“Come on guys,” the grey she-wolf said, nudging Starry to the exit. “Let’s go.”
With Allex behind, Starry and Leaches were lead out of the nursery and through a path they never went to before. Bramble walls bordered the path’s two sides. The ground was rocky, but soft for paws. The moon lightened the way with its dim blue glint. “Wolves! Gather! We don’t have all night!” A female voice hissed.
“Manity’s growing impatient,” Allex sighed. “As she always do.”
“Is she pack leader?” Starry asked?
“Yes. But I don’t like her. You’ll see why soon. I wish I can admit my feelings, but I can’t, along with others. If we don’t respect her, you’ll see how sharp her claws are.”
Eventually, they entered a clearing like the nursery, but it was filled with bigger wolves. Bringel, who stood in a group of other male wolves, smiled to Starry and Leaches. Shengo was with a grey-ish she-wolf Starry never seen before. Others were talking about prey, predictions on what the meeting was about and other stuff.
“The wolf next to Shengo is Manity. The leader.” Leaches whispered.
“She looks tough,” he chimed back. “She could kill three wolves with her eyes closed.”
“Hey guys!” Krome’s sleepy voice chirped in. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” the brown pup shrugged. “Why does Manity want pups to be in the meeting? We aren’t allowed to hear the news. Well, Krome did got something from the older wolves.”
Krome nodded. “One of them was talking about an upcoming battle. I’m not sure where though.” Starry remembered that after Allex told the story on the war between humanity and wolves, Krome mentioned a gossip. The upcoming battle must have been the gossip. Could the meeting be about the battle?
“Everyone’s here.” A unfamiliar voice echoes softly.
“Good,” Starry could see Manity huff. “Then let’s get this meeting started.” The silver wolf leapt and climbed onto a red cliff towering above the wolves. Her presence above silenced the crowd from there chatting.
“Nightmare wolves,” she began in a booming voice that echoed through the night. “I call this meeting to announce that Nightmare Pack is now the most victorious pack is this planet! We have successfully destroyed Constellation’s pack!”
Some wolves howled in success. Other gasped on awe before joining the cheering wolves. Few whisper silently to others.
“Many of you wolves know about our prideful, neighbor –the Sweethills Pack.” The leader continued. “But with Constellation killed a few days ago, now WE are the strong ones! I’ve sent a patrol to raid the Sweethills pack to finish them off once and for all.”
“Did you won?” Firestorm’s eager voice was heard through the wolves.
“Of course we did!” Shengo snapped, who stood underneath the cliff among the others. “That lazy pack was only proud because they got Constellation! It was like taking down a deer.”
“Any survivors?” Rura asked to the leader and deputy.
“Only one.” Manity answered. “And that survivor is Swan Sweethills.”
“Swan? As in the Swan Sweethills?” the red wolf gasped, with other shocked packmates joining.
“Who’s Swan?” Starry questioned Allex silently.
“Constellation’s only pup.” His mother explained. “She’s untouchable as a royal alpha, even though she’s a three-month old apprentice.”
“Where is she?” Rura demanded anxiously. “Present her to our eyes.” Crudely, Shengo roughly nudged a small she-wolf into the scene. Her pelt was a misty grey with brown spots. Strange was that her right eye was neon green, while the other one was dark blue. Allex was right about her being a young apprentice, but she has so many battle scars. However, they look fresh, so she must have gotten them in the Nightmare raid. One scar was on her shoulder. There was a nick on her right ear and three blue-bloody claw marks racing diagonally down upper front, left leg –it made Starry shudder just by looking at it from far. However, she didn’t look hurt emotionally. In fact she didn’t express any feeling.
“There,” Shengo mumbled, giving Rura his usual emotion-face. “Here she is. Satisfied?”
“Not yet,” Rura barked back. “May I ask what are you going to go to her?”
“Oh, Rura,” Manity cooed, as if the discussion was just a casual talk two friends would have. “Why must you be so filled with questions? Nightmare pack will obviously do what we do the prisoners.”
“Kill them…” Bringel growled lowly. Was it in a cold way or an uncertain way? “This is not going to end well,” he added. Only a few heard him.
“When will the execution start?” Shengo asked Manity, probably unaware of Bringel. Starry looked at Swan, expecting her to look scared. Instead, she wore a plain face, not even a glint of worry.
“Wait!” Everyone’s attention turned to a blue wolf in the crowd. “Would an execution really be necessary?”
“Of course, Frostbite!” The deputy snapped to the blue wolf. “That’s the pack’s ways.”
“No it isn’t. It’s the way of making another pack fear us. And, well, there is no neighboring pack now with Sweethills destroyed.” Frostbite protested calmy.
“Oh, Shengo just got owned!” Leaches giggled quietly to Starry and Krome. Manity exchanged looks with the deputy.
“Frostbite does speak the truth,” the leader admitted.
“But what will we do to this survivor then?” Shengo hissed to Frostbite.
“Well, summer is coming; it’s the hottest season when there’s less prey. Wolves will hunt more than fulfill duties inside camp.” the blue wolf replied. “Perhaps we can put Swan into use in our Clan.”
Now the grey and brown she-wolf finally changed her neutral expression into hope to Frostbite. There was a strange glint in her eyes. Why would a Nightmarer defend a rival? Weren’t nightmares supposed to be feared? Not helpful?
“Hmm…a slave can be useful,” Shengo agreed. “Very well Frostbite. We’ll give her a chance to serve the Nightmares. The more she works, the better her chance of living.”
“Pups,” Manity added. “Swan is not another playmate. Don’t show mercy on her.” There was a blaze of irritation on her brown eyes. Probably because Shengo was doing the work for her, and he’s a rank below her, Starry thought.
“This isn’t the first time Manity is annoyed by Shengo,” Bringel whispered to his son. “They’re always like that. I don’t know why she selected him to be deputy if they don’t get along.”
“Actually, Shengo never gets along with anyone. Friends and fun doesn’t exist to him.” Allex added. “If you ever need a killjoy or scrooge, he’s the guy you need.”
“Ahem,” Rura interrupted, giving Allex and Bringel a glare.
“Fine,” Bringel corrected with a friendly huff. “He was kind-hearted wolf when he was young. But that’s a faded memory. Starry, if I were you, I would never ask Shengo about his past. You don’t want to know how he snapped when Leaches and Krome questioned about it.”
Starry nodded. However, he was intrigued about how a nice wolf transformed into a heartless one. Can I outsmart him to spilling out his story when I’m older? Or maybe there’s gotta be some wolves here that knew the old Shengo.
Manity flicked her silver tail, signaling a dismissal. All of the wolves walked away.
“Come on,” Allex said. “Let’s go.”
“Wow,” Krome gasped. “We whipped out a whole pack and only one survived.”
Leaches smirk. “Firestorm must be mad that he wasn’t in the battle! You know his ways.” Starry nodded.
“Swan looked a bit…weird,” the white wolf barked. “She didn’t even look scared with all of her packmates gone.”
“But she did look a bit surprised when Frostbite stood up to prevent her death,” Krome reminded.
“Wasn’t Frostbite the wolf that found me?” Starry asked.
“Based on what I heard, yeah. He convinced Shengo to take you in. He must have used the same persuading powers for Swan’s life.”
“Does he always do that? Reasoning why to make one live?”
“Frostbite’s a good friend of mine’s.” The three pups turned their gazes to Rura. “He has a gifted way of influencing others.”
“He seems nice.” Starry commented.
“Nice, but kinda…secretive sometimes…” Rura added quietly. Leaches tilted his head sideways.
“Guess we should ask Shengo and Frosty about their life now.” Krome joked.
And you have more curiousity and unanswered questions in your head, eh Starry? The voice in Starry’s mind echoed.
Sweethills pack:
Alpha: --
Deputy: --
Combat master: --
Hunting master: --
Herb-and-life master: --
Strategy master: --
Normal-ranked wolves: Contellation, --
Apprentices: Swan, --
Mothers: --
Pups: --
Nightmare Pack:
Alpha: Manity
Deputy: Shengo
Combat master: Shengo
Hunting master: Echane
Herb-and-life master: Befri Stends
Strategy master: Frostbite
Normal-ranked wolves: Rura, Bringel, --
Apprentices: Firestorm, Splinter, Cuetolu, Krome, Leaches, Starry, --
Mothers: Allex, --
Pups: --
Slaves: Swan
Reflancer pack:
Alpha: --
Deputy: --
Combat master: --
Hunting master: --
Herb-and-life master: --
Strategy master: --
Normal-ranked wolves: --
Apprentices: --
Mothers: --
Pups: --
Araction pack:
Alpha: --
Deputy: --
Combat master: --
Hunting master: --
Herb-and-life master: --
Strategy master: --
Normal-ranked wolves: --
Apprentices: --
Mothers: --
Pups: --
Trecasus pack:
Alpha: --
Deputy: --
Combat master: --
Hunting master: --
Herb-and-life master: --
Strategy master: --
Normal-ranked wolves: --
Apprentices: --
Mothers: --
Pups: --
Airubris pack:
Alpha: --
Deputy: --
Combat master: --
Hunting master: --
Herb-and-life master: --
Strategy master: --
Normal-ranked wolves: --
Apprentices: --
Mothers: --
Pups: --
Exrubic pack:
Alpha: --
Deputy: --
Combat master: --
Hunting master: --
Herb-and-life master: --
Strategy master: --
Normal-ranked wolves: --
Apprentices: --
Mothers: --
Pups: --
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