A King, A Captain, A Mess

01 Intro

Blood Creek Clan.

It's funny I hear people name a pack Blood Moon and Bloody River frequently. It's like they think putting Blood in their name will instill fear in their enemies. In their defense, those who give their group such a name do tend to have the attitude to back up the name and gain the fear they desire.

Blood Creek is different.

We were named for our history, not as a means of intimidation.

It's a Romeo and Juliet story for the ages. Two groups living close to one another separated by a long Creek that now lies in the heart of Blood Creek territory. Of course, the two groups hated one another, so when a young girl, heir to her father's throne, found herself mated to the heir of her enemy. Of course, they tried to hide it.

They would meet at the small Creek that created a border between their worlds. They couldn't claim one another without incurring the wrath of their families, but they couldn't be away from each other for long either. It's funny how strong a mate bond can be.

Eventually, the young girl got pregnant. She hid it for months and months. She did her best to stay out of sight and wore baggy clothing. She refused to shift into her wolf because she couldn't hide the life growing within her in that form.

The two planned to run away together.

The girl was near the end of her pregnancy and knew she couldn't hide giving birth. She met her love at the border as she had many times before. They were ready to run.

Sadly, for the young couple, the boy's frequent disappearances had not gone unnoticed nor had the girl's growing abdomen. As they embraced by the flowing water growls and hisses filled the air.

In an instant, the boy's neck was in the jaws of a massive Alpha wolf, and his head removed. At the same time, the girl's heart was ripped from her chest. This started an all-out war, and the death toll rose quickly on both sides.

A doctor happened to be on the front lines of the girl's people. Having devoted his life to healing, not killing, he went for the girl. He couldn't save the girl, but maybe...

The doctor pulled the infant from its mother, but it didn't scream. It didn't take a breath. The doctor cleared its mouth and began rubbing its chest, applying pressure with two fingers on its tiny sternum.

As the child took its first breath, the doctor took his last when he was attacked. He had just enough time to lay the baby gently on the ground before falling into the cold water of the creek.

The child began to wail, in the way only a newborn can, testing out its strong set of lungs. It took a few minutes for the fires of rage to die down enough for the leaders to recognize the cries. They pause mid battle and look towards their children's lifeless bodies.

There lay their grandchild in a pool of its parents' blood. They looked around, seeing all the death. Both sides took heavy losses, and for what? A blood fuid that never really involved them?

They look again at the squaling infant. The child that is now heir to both of their people. When the men lock eyes again, a look of understanding is shared.

"Stand down!" They both call as the boy's father lifts his grandchild from the pool of red.

The girl's father approaches focused on the small being that is heald close to his long-time enemy's chest. He reaches out to touch the child's head lightly.

The child had its mother's green eyes and its father's raven hair. His screams had all the warriors circling the two men to look on in awe.

Fighting would only make life harder for their grandchild. Both men realized this at the same time shocking even themselves. Years later, they attribute this knowledge to devine intervention for they were raised to hate one another. It wasn't an easy transition, but after a few generations, this new way of life became normal for the Blood Creek clan.