The Fallen

Prologue

A small brindle wolf paced in the shadows as she waited for her mate to arrive. Leaves crackled behind her as another wolf approached. The she wolf spun around, ready to leap at the approaching wolf. She sniffed the air warily but relaxed a moment later when she smelled her mates familiar scent.

"Azreal." She greeted him. She glanced anxiously around them. "What has happened to our scouts?" She asked quietly. "Have you found them?" Azreal shifted his great body uneasily.

"Yes.." He answered hesitantly. His mate studied him carefully.

"Azreal what's wrong?" She pressed. Something was bothering him and she needed to know.

"I found the patrol Eliza..." He broke off and bowed his head sadly. "The Shadows found them. They tore them apart and left them to be eaten by the buzzards." At the last part he lifted his head and anger blazed in his eyes. "We need to act upon this Eliza!" He growled. "We need to strike back." Eliza nodded her small head.

"I know that i have held off all violence but this is too much now." She answered slowly. "We will strike back... but it won't be what you think."

Azreal stared at his mate curiously. "What are you thinking then?" He asked.

Eliza met her mates gaze. "We will take something from them as they have taken from us." Azreal growled excitedly. He flexed his claws, itching to rip them through his enemies pelt. "There will be no unnecessary violence," she warned him. Azreal looked at his mate incredulously.

"Then how do you expect to get revenge?" He asked.

Eliza gave a small smile. "We will kidnap the Alpha's son." She answered quietly. "We will take him and raise him as a rebel." She laughed mercilessly. "What better revenge then to turn your own pup against you?" She asked.

Azreal laughed. "Of course! Let's go!" He howled. This would be the moment that changes the entire system. There is hope. There is a way..