GREY

The Wolves Of The True North.

The hourglass is running out, time is becoming our worst enemy. 

The Wolves of the North agreed to help us, thank the Moon Goddess and the gods of which help us through our times in need. 

They said they would arrive in four days, it has now been eight days and there is still no sign of them. Our Northern and Southern pack warriors have had no choice but to retreat back to the main village, there is no way in telling where they are and how long it will be before the Easterners arrive to take our Kingdom. I am praying to the moon goddess that the Wolves of the North arrive in time, they are our last and only hope in keeping what is ours. 

Those traitors will pay for what they have done to their alpha, their pack. They will pay with their blood and with their souls. We are going to crush their bones and drink the liquids of their bodies until there is no trace of their existence, their land will burn and so will their...legacy. 

Their punishment will be like no other...

The scouts and guardians are on constant patrols around the village and so far none are picking up any scent of the Easterners. Their attack will be like thunder, loud and terrifying. But our defense will be like lightening, quick and unforgiving. 

There has been no change in my fathers condition, my mother spends all her time by his side cleaning, grooming and trying to mend him. That is true love, the mate bond is unbreakable. 

I have been preparing myself for battle, my hair is lined with the feathers of the red footed eagle, the black crow and the blue wren representing power, punishment and the passing from one world into another. My ears are lined with rings made from silver, at first it burnt my skin and the skin bled non stop. A tradition of warrior wolves demonstrating self control and sacrifice. I wear bracelets on my wrists made by our healer from unknown plant and animal materials, bringing protection and good luck from the spirits of the past, future and present according to Victoria our packs wise healer. Around my neck I wear a chunk of red wood from the oldest Giant in the valley, if I am going to die I will die with my land attached to me. 

I have been preventing myself from shifting trying to savor my wolfs strength as much as possible for when the time comes, I will need her in her best condition meaning I have been eating, sleeping and training as efficiently as possible which has proved to be a challenge in itself. 

Grabbing my bow and arrow from the tools shed I grab an extra one for Shamus, its our turn to go on a scout along the North Western areas of the forest. 

"You ready?" I ask Shamus as i hand him his bow

"I'm ready" he says with confidence, for once I am seeing a strength in my younger brother, maybe he will be an alright Alpha. 

We make our way through the forest, I know this forest as well as my own body so I lead the way while Shamus follows behind. I deliberately stay away from the marked trails in case there is a trap awaiting, instead we sneak along a hidden path shielded by trees covered in snow. 

We are unseen yet we see everything, we coated ourselves in a serum made by our healer to hide our scent from other wolves making us nearly invisible. I step on fallen branches and bushes to try hide my footsteps as best as I can, from a young age our father taught us how to hide your trails in snow and dirt by taking alternative routes and being light on your feet. 

I hold the bow at an angle that will allow rapid fire if someone were to jump in front of us right now, the string is held between my two fingers, my arms is tense and ready to release the sharpened arrow and inflict harm. Adrenaline is rushing through my body as my hair stands on end, I can almost taste the death to come on the tip of my tongue.