a new way

chapter 1

The night of the red moon. The night of otherworldly meetings. In a clearing in the blackwoods the new moon clan, the full moon clan, the crescent moon clan, the blue moon clan and the waning moon clan were gathered. The elders stood in the middle with the alphas around them in a circle their betas next to them.

The Full moon clan was a small clan of shifters: mainly wolves and lions, but also a couple of eagles. Their territory was near the east side of the land connecting to the ocean. The alpha, Patrick, was a greying man and his wife, Clarissa, a beautiful woman with laughing wrinkles on her face, but no other sign of aging. They had no son, no heir, because he had died in an attack by the Waning moon clan when the alpha had desided to expand his territory. The dead of their son was one reason for these meetings.

The New moon clan was a young clan. Only around a hundred years old. They were a small clan bordering to the mountains in the north. They knew the dangers in the north. The cold, the beasts, the snow. No one dared to step a paw in the mountains. The alpha, Charles, a young man looking 25 but in reality 80 years old looked stearnly over the crowd. He stood alone with his beta next to him, he hadn't found his mate in his 80 years of living. His clan was young, small, but not to be messed with. They had the strongest warriors on the land. They trained male and female, no discrimination. A pact was made with the waning moon clan to help train their warriors in return the waning moon clan would not attempt an attack on their territory.

The Crescent moon clan was a large clan which only held wolves. If a shifter of age shifted and he or she was not a wolf they were kicked out of the pack. They would either die or survive being a rogue. The alpha, Caesar, was an old soul. He believed in the old ways: no women fighting, they were only good for having pups and the household. Men should be strong not weak. And men should not sleep with other men. The same for women. Every command of the alpha will be obeyed. He ruled the west lands touching the ocean. His land was bare. No woods only grasslands as far as the eye could see. He also had a pact with the waning moon clan, because Caesar and the alpha were old friends.

The Blue moon clan was a clan which only had large cats. From lions and leopards to cheetas and lynx. The alpha, Luca, and his wife, Cecile, ruled their clan with kindness and respect. They were loved by their clan, but found weak by the others. They ruled the lands of the south. Thick woods, where you couldn't seperate the trees from the forest. They had a pact with the waning moon clan. Every 20 years they had to send two of their best fighters to the waning moon clan. If they didn't have new boys they had to send potential mates. They lived in constant fear of the alpha of the waning moon clan.

The last clan. The Waning moon clan ruled over the middle of the lands. Rivers, woods, lakes, plenty of animals to hunt. They had it all. Living the life. The alpha was a cruel beast who ruled with fear. He had the best of everything: fighters, trackers, healers, assassins. He was ruler of all. The pacts were a warning that he could take it all away in an instant if he wanted to. On his side he had his beta and his luna, Alicia, a blonde woman he might only have chosen for her fertility, because they were not true mates. His name was Daemon. And he acted true to his name, like a true demon.

The elders were neutral grounds, the only people alpha Daemon might show a little respect to. They were whispering to eachother. News had reached their ears. Another group of shifters were approaching. Fast. Were they a threat? Were they a new clan? Where did they come from? Who are they?

"Alpha Dae-" The moment Elder Castor tried to tell him shifters jumped out of the forest surrounding the clearing. They were lead by a snow white wolf. On it's left side a pitch black wolf and on the right side a silver one. The three leading were followed by a brown wolf, a slender cheeta and a golden male lion. The wolves were competing in size: the silver and the black wolves only slightly larger than the leading white one. The lion was covered in scars, certainly a fighter.