Skar, The Alpha Of Chaos

Chapter 6

After a long day with the alpha and Alyla, the wolves settled down in their den, talking about who was hunting and who got Firstbite.

"Shouldn't Alyla? I mean she hasn't eaten anything appetizing for a really long time." Pure said, glancing over to her, who was deep asleep.

"Let's wait until morning. She really needs her rest." Streak said, lying down herself.

"Alright." Streak yawned, closing her eyes. Spiraling patterns swirled around in her sleep. Memories of wolves and tragic deaths began to overwhelm her thought process.

The white shewolf ran to her position in her clan, watching the moose closely. It was beginning to tire from the endless running. The wolf next to her gave her a look of hatred.
"Don't be pissed because I made the ra-" Her words dropped from her mouth, blood poured from the fresh hole in her chest. Everything started to turn a red from the blood filling her eyes. The large wolf next to her ran away in maximum fear, along with the rest of the pack. An Eclipolf landed in front of her, evilly smiling.
"This means war Starlight! HAHAHAHHAA!!" She laughed decapitating her before flying away.

"AHHHH!!" Streak screamed, awakening Pure. Alyla was already up, hunting a meal for herself.

"What is it?" Pure whispered, stretching.

"T-there was an Eclipolf.. A-and she killed a white wolf saying, 'This means war Starlight.' And flew away evilly laughing."

"How did she kill her?"

"Tearing out her heart from behind. Then decapitating her."

"That was many moons ago.. The Solar Shadow war. Eclipolves got back at the wolves who killed their kind. More of a large revenge." Pure explained. Streak took a deep breath, reimagining the terrible thought.

"When was the first Eclipolf killed?"

"Years before Snowfire was born." Stamla said, walking into the den. The wolves turned around in surprise."I couldn't help but to hear her nightmare. Streak, even though years seem long, the wolves haven't given up on killing the Eclipolves. Even though Snowfire changed their perspective on the way of us but that feeling soon faded away when she left." She explained, sitting down in front of them. Alyla joined them, curious about the story.

"Many moons ago, the first Eclipolf was brought into this world. Lupus saw many problems and friendships turn into chaos. The first Eclipolf was I, Celestia. Even though I seemed the same, everyone looked at me differently. I was born with wings as big as my body. I tried joining clans, only to be rejected. Ever since they have seen me, the wolves here thought a was from the underworld, a Midwolf. Stamla Stafaozen tried sending groups for my execution. They thought I was a trophy to have in their den. They believed if they had my wings, their clan will become the strongest in Starwing. They found my den and invaded, attacking while I was asleep. That's why when I summon to make my wings appear, there is only small stumps where they were cut off. I was lucky. If they stayed any longer, I would've been killed. An Eclipolves wings can attach to any wolf, that's why Stamla hid them underground. I believe she forgot where she placed them. But after my attack, wolves felt safer. Ever since then, I have had a strong hatred for normal wolves." She told, moving her small stumps. Streak was heartbroken for Celestia.

"We will get your wings back Celestia Staluna." Streak nodded, smiling. Instead of Staluna's expression to go to happiness, it went into deep dread.

"If you even touch those wings, they will attach to you."

"How did Stamla get them into her den without them being attached to her?"

"A special potion they took from me. I only made one."

"Can't you make another? Alyla butted in, looking her in the eyes.

"Sadly, the ingredients I had were only in the skies. They are super rare." Celestia lowered her ears.

"Then me and Pure can go get some. No matter how long it takes." She grinned, lunging in excitement. Pure stood also, spreading her wings.

"If you do however get the ingredients, I will make the potion. If you also find my wings and return them unharmed, I will pay you an astonishing award."

Those were the last words they heard from Celestia. Pure held Streak in her paws, flying among the white clouds.

"Do you know what reagents she was talking about?"

"They are called Twilight Moons. They are purple and they only sprout at night, following the moon's path."

"They would be easy to spot right?"

"They grow on the biggest and most perfect cloud." Pure explained, flying up even higher. Streak began to feel weaker. The lack of oxygen started to affect her speech and vision.

"You alright?"

"A-a-air loww." She muttered, rolling her head to the side.

"Oh Lupus I forgot!" She went into a fast nose dive, flying back into the level where the air was stable.

"Thanks."