A rouge took the Alphas heart

Prologue

Wolves are described as big, K9 species that often form packs. Small packs may have just an Alpha, Luna, Beta and an omega. Much bigger packs could have An Alpha, Luna, One or even two betas, delta's, and much more.

My name is Kuro, which stands for Dark Moon. It was passed from my mother because of my dark coat, completely black excluding the white crescent moon that dawned my face. I was born a wolf. I will always be a wolf. So I shall live like one. And that means protecting my pack. Feeding it, providing for it. Protecting it. Often times you hear these stories from people who are not in the position of the Alpha, but rather a more submissive state. But how can I tell that story when I am an alpha? A male one at that? 

Often times its been difficult... The pack is hungry, there's yet another pack threatening us (I have no idea why, the Rogue Moon pack is one of the biggest within these regions.) or we'll get struck with something random. At least at those times its fun, and its something new instead of the usual day to day problems. But one thing my beta's keep telling me... well...

Traditional custom entails that i should find a mate by the time I am 18. I was [ through some type of ceremony, integrated in some way] into being an Alpha. I was 16 at the time. Today? I am over a hundred years old. But let me clear something up here because... its complicated. You know my name, but you don't know what it means. The name 'Kuro' or it's translation 'Dark Moon' is two sides of the same story. One, of that of a legend. Another, that of total terror, and destruction. My name is respected among the ranks of my fellow pack, and taboo and feared by those outside of my pack.

Let's start with the legend. In the legend, I am a wolf who take control of a human body from a transformation. His name is Damascus, and through such a transformation, he gains my nigh immortally. With this, we live in both worlds. But one day, we will both meet the same fate, one destined for both of us. A dark Luna, gone rouge from her origin pack, with the intent to kill off not only all humans, but all of the world. And with a power, darker than anything ever intended to live upon this world she will succeeded. 

Or rather she would succeeded, if not for me. I would strike her down! The force of my bite and the might of my claws raking into her body like as if it was merely a tender rabbit from the woods, killing her and stopping such a horrible tyranny from ever occurring! My fate would be concluded, my deed done i would be able to step from my throne as alpha and live as a Beta, an adviser for whomever takes the place upon it!

Such a life is one I hope for, but... everything can also be set in a different tide of fate. The other side... aw... well it is one of my darkest nightmares...

I could be the hero of fate... or i could be death, destroyers of worlds. The one person who could save everyone and everything can also be the one person who can tear it down, brick by brick, nail by nail, Tree... by tree. I should tell that story as well if you wish to really understand where i am coming at.

Picture this. I, a single wolf can in fact destroy the world. It just takes... time. Well time is not an issue I'm stupidly old already, and I look as if I'm 20. The rouge would seduce me, or otherwise somehow manipulate with my mind and turn me to help her destroy the world, the only two left would be me and her. Our combined power would allow us to erase everything, and start anew, constructing our own monarch. We would rule with high power, for many a centenaries. 

A lot of other people and wolves find that... undesirable. I completely understand, who would want to die for a cause that only benefits one life? But for me... I really just don't care. Not enough anyways. Personally i want to keep my clan alive and well, and simply keep it that way. No other big or annoying issues. 

...Life hates everyone though. For example, there is a bird, about the size of an ostrich egg. They used to be very big birds, bigger than an ostrich, and thus their eggs were big too. However over time they grew smaller and smaller. But the eggs, did not. The eggs were just barely smaller than the bird. See? That's hellish. Think, something just smaller than you is inside you. Mother nature hates us, what ever higher power hates us, life hates us. It seems like everything hates everything else. I am no exception. So I guess this needs another explanation.

Wolves have this... way of knowing our mates. OK, not normal wolves, rather us dire wolves. Whenever we lay eyes on our mates... its an odd feeling, its like just a total lighting strike flowing through you, this fuzzy feeling you want to keep feeling but want to stop at the same time. It shakes you to the ground and makes you open your eyes, forces you to understand, takes that understanding away and replaces it with dull memory, and it makes you oh so very curious. It hurts to be away from that one person and it will drive you up the walls, through the Earth past hell, back and then some. 

Its madness. Something almost unbearable. Something that just... feels so good about it too. Everything makes sense when you're with them and nothing will seem right without them. And your mate will probably drive you up the wall to. But... you will be helpless but to keep them safe and love them with everything you ever need to.

Its... a fire that will never go out. Even past death... but... I'm cursed remember? This gift of a curse... My mates... seem to always die... even though there is a powerful link each time... well... time takes them away. And because I age ever slowly... time will always win. How do you handle such emotions...

... Because I'm frankly out of fucking ideas...