The enmity between the Redmoon pack and Silvermoon pack has been going on for over a century now.
The war was expected to end or at least subside after both Alpha's find out that they were fated to be mates but to everyone's surprise, the opposite...
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Fourteen years later
The members of the Redmoon pack mourned over the death of their Alpha; he had suddenly passed away in his sleep with no prior illness or disease.
Fredrick, to everyone's knowledge, was perfectly healthy and agile. He had even addressed his members the night before and nothing seemed to be wrong with him until they suddenly heard of his untimely death that apparently had no actual cause.
The sudden death of Frederick had hit Marco, his Beta, very hard as himself and Fredrick had discussed a very confidential subject the night before and Fredrick had entrusted him with the safety of the pack. A feeling of guilt had overwhelmed him for not realising that his previous conversation would be the last he ever had with his dear friend. Little did he know that it would be their last conversation and the final order he'd receive as the Beta of the pack.
Marco had lost his entire family at a really young age to the terrible hands of the silvermoon pack but fortunately for him, Frederick who was a few years older than he was, took him in as his friend, took care of him and even ended up making him his Beta and his right hand man. A favour he would forever be grateful for.
Kira stood still opposite her father's body. She kept staring at him wishing she could bring herself to break down in tears like she wanted to but she just couldn't do it.
Her knees felt numb and weak and every part of her wished she could bring herself to let out her tears like every other person but for someone like her, who grew up believing that crying and letting out your emotions was a weak thing to do, she could not bring herself to express her pain.
"Cry Kira, let it out." A voice within kept saying she should but she just couldn't.
She moved towards her father's corpse, hoping that the closer she got, the easier it would be for her to finally let herself cry. She took his cold hands in hers and a feeling of intense sadness shot through her, almost like the death of her father was only just hitting her as a reality.
She stared down at him and shut her eyes very quickly, taking in a deep breath and exhaling hard to control herself. She wished she could scream at herself but she couldn't do that in front of several people. She wished she could yell and curse at life for taking her father away from her without even giving her a chance to say goodbye to him.
"D...dad? W...wake up." She stuttered shakily. She knew he couldn't hear her, she knew he was gone but she still wanted to try. She didn't mind trying even harder. She thought, maybe, just maybe, the moon goddess would take pity on her and bring back her father so she doesn't have to live as an orphan at such an early stage in her life.
"You shouldn't have done this to me dad, you shouldn't have left me. You told me you'd never leave me with my permission, you promised you dad. You said you'd always protect me and be there for me. Why aren't you keeping any of your promises?" She muttered in a low tone as memories of her father's promises started to flood her mind.
