Finding the Alpha(Abandoned)

Body Gaurd

Sorry its so long but I haven't updated for awhile and I had some time on my hands. Its still part of the back story but I hope you enjoy it :)

After many years of being taught how to fight at the rouge camp, my home, I learned how to fight pack werewolves as well as rouge werewolves. I was a deadly opponent according to Alpha, he saw in me the need to prove abilities, but not to others, to myself, my own mind. I would take cheap shots and throw myself into battle with reckless abandon. But I always knew how to win, and he admired me for that, he even treated me like a daughter. And sometimes I would almost call him father.

I was reasonably happy, our camp was not the worst camp out there, though I admit, we had nights we just hunted lone wolves for the release, but they were bad lone wolves, bad rouges. We were usually left alone by the packs near us, they were small and nearly the same size as we were.

I say we because even though rouges were not very good wolves to be around, they were good people, just slightly misguided and lost. Many had been kicked out of their packs for small indiscretions and others had lost their mates before their eyes and we're going insane because of it.

For awhile I thought I could have that, a semi-calm, relaxed lifestyle but the universe hates anyone who thinks they can just have what they want.

In the middle of the day, when most of our camp was sleeping, a large pack came to our land and began rounding everyone up into the largest shack in the center of camp. Alpha's shack.

We didn't fight, there were too many of them for us to take on even with our fighting skills, and we had a few children there because their parents died and their packs let them wander into the woods. Everyone linked that we would not fight until we were forced to do so.

I had time to put on baggy clothes before the pack busted down my door, I didn't want them knowing I was a female. I always kept my hair very short. We had only one other female of age, Marge, and she was gnarled with age.

As I entered Alpha's abode I noticed the faint smell of blood. Then as rouges moved aside I saw in the center Alpha, bloody and broken on the floor. I felt the urge to run to him and help him back up but I merely lowered my eyes back to the floor and sat with my camp.

"We are now taking over this land and all the wolves in it. Any one who refuses will be punished." A loud booming voice echoed through the shack, sending chills up my spine in the definitely not good way. The man who said it came to the center, standing next to Alpha, he was middle aged and looked very buff. I internally snarled at the thought of it not being a fair fight, him and his wolves against Alpha. I took cheap shots but that was only when I was losing.

He continued, "We are the Gold River pack and now, so are you. We will bring you into our pack and protect you as long as you obey our simple rules. One," He held up a finger and began circling around Alpha. "No physical violence to other pack members. Two," Another finger. "You will respect other pack members. And-" He stopped and looked down at Alpha who was starting to move again. He kicked him in the ribs. "And three, you will call no one else but me Alpha."