The Secrets of The Reverence Pack

Chapter 57: The Ring of Fire

Author's Note: !!!HEAVY THEME WARNING!!! Hi guys! Normally I don't put notes for chapters that I'm uploading all at once, but I have to throw this warning in here. This chapter as well as the next has some crazy things in it, along with some gore. So, be prepared for it, and if you aren't into it, or it's too much for you, feel free to skip over these two chapters. It's pretty tame in my opinion when it comes to gore, but I understand people who don't want to picture this stuff in their head.

Anyway, enjoy!

-Saturn

He had walked through the forest many times. He had wondered through those trees, his hair dancing in the breeze, with the fog greeting him. However, his trek had never been like this before. His cape covered his face and hid his hair from the wind, but the forest still knew him. She knew him when he wasn't even himself. She helped him in his time of need. Just like she was helping him now.

The journey took the rest of the day. While the heat from the summer raged on in the city, the sun blazing down on everyone, the forest stayed as cool as could be. The darkness gave it a calming look, like waking up at dawn. The fog was thick as the forest awaited the moons arrival in the night sky just like Shiro was.

He knew that they felt him cross the border to that territory. An Alpha with an aura like his could easily make it known to the entire pack that they were there. He knew that Sakdah would have ordered his men to have him killed on sight as soon as he entered the territory. He wanted him to have to kill his own people and weaken himself before facing him. But there was a reason why he had meditated in the forest for so long, and listened to her silent whispers. There was a reason why he trusted her. For the forest had seen all. She had seen everything that had happened in the land, and knew everything.

Shiro was not afraid of the warriors trying to find him because of that. He walked at the same speed, with the same pure white cape covering his face. The only thing that it didn't cover was his chest. For that was to remain seen so that they would see the fingerprints on him. The dye glowed in the dim forest. In the center of his chest lied the symbol for Mercy Waters. His sword still sheathed, he remained hidden through the fog alone. It hid him from the many warriors that were trying to find him, holding onto his scent in certain places to confuse them more.

When an Alpha gets challenged for their title, they have certain rules for it. Each pack has its own set of rules and regulations for a challenge, but there are some things that remain consistent. The Alpha will always choose which form they'd like to fight in. Both participants are allowed to have a weapon of their choosing. And their battle, once it starts, will not end until one of them is dead.

"What's this, Grandpa?" he asked. He was hanging out with him in his room that day. He told him that paperwork always went by faster when he was there, so he stayed to enjoy his grandfather's company.

"That," the old man looked up from his papers. "Is the Alpha sword."

"What's that?"

"Well," he started. He always smiled when he explained something to him. He loved that he could make him so happy just by asking questions. "Every Alpha of a pack has their own weapon of choice. It can vary from hunting knives, to broad swords, to the Samurai sword that you see before you." He walked over to the gold sword and took it out of its sheath. The blade looked sharper than the kitchen knives he always told him to stay away from. It's metal so shiny, he could see his reflection on it.

"This has been in our family ever since the pack first came to be," Grandpa told him. "Long and sharp, it causes a quick death to all those who threaten our family."