War Against the Rouges

An Angel Among Demons

    I ran faster. My paws were digging into the soft earth. I ran like there was no tomorrow. The long grasses and trees were whirling past me in a blur. The air was flowing through my fur making me feel the perfect temperature. I heard the chirping of birds communicating with one another as I darted past. I took long deep breaths enjoying the cold air in my lungs. I slowly began to slow down until I was trotting. I found my favorite tree and laid underneath it. I looked around at my surroundings enjoying the peacefulness of the woodsy scenery. Being a werewolf basically made my favorite place the woods. It wasn't necessarily because of the open space I could run through. It was so much more than that. It was where I was not being hounded by the others and having some alone time. When I was younger I used to come here with my mother. My mother was the Luna of our pack and loved caring for all the children in the pack, being very much involved in our playing time outside.

    I let out a sigh. I hated when I began thinking of my mother. My mother had passed only a year and a half ago along with my younger sister Ruslana. Mother was adamant on naming her Ruslana even though the Russian to English translation is really lion. Father and I didn't want to name her that because she was a werewolf not a damn lion! Since father loved mother so much he eventually agreed to the name. Ruslana had only been in our family for a whole 8 months before she was killed along with my mother. Ruslana was one of the brightest children I had ever seen. She was always smiling and making our day. Her face will always be ingrained in my head. Her green eyes sparkling as she giggled her little laughs and her black hair beginning to grow past close to the bottom of her ears. The deaths of Mother and Ruslana was the reason Father did what he did. 

    The Blood Royale Court couldn't convict anyone of the murders. There wasn't any evidence that could conclude who had done it. We never learned why, but Mother was out in the woods alone. There should have been at least three guards for her and two for Ruslana. It was a hard blow for our pack. Father became stricter than anyone could believe. No one confronted him regarding the change because it was understandable. When a wolf loses their mate, they lose part of themselves. Their whole reason for living was gone. When a pack loses a Luna, it's a major tradegy. The Luna is another Alpha and more so keeps the woman in line. Without a Luna, a pack isn't as stable. My father used to go outside and punch trees to get rid of some of his anger. All of the pack members and I were under a Command that we could not speak of Mother. It was hard not to speak of someone who had been so influential in all of our lives. Needless to say, I never got closure for my mother and sister's murders. Father took their bodies by himself and buried them. I never got to say goodbye. I think that's one of the hardest things I have to live with. I never was able to say goodbye to half of my family. I never will know where their bodies are buried, nor will I never see the bastard who did this killed.

    That finally brings us to the war. Father took the lack of justice done by the Blood Royale Court against all werewolves. My father had a strong pack, but after Mother died we slowly began to weaken. He began to become allied with rouges. Rouges began to move into our packlands and, although they did not agree with packlife, began to act like a pack member. Our number of packmates went from 389 to 713. The Blood Royale Pack did not know that Father had joined up with rouges. During the 500th anniversary of our beings my father attacked the palace. Father, along with many of the rouges and other pack members (including me), were guests in the palace but under a Command were forced to attack. I still have nightmares from the bloodshed of that night. Other packs were forced to follow my father's orders or else they were looked at as enemies. The term 'Others' was dubbed as their name. My father's rage and hatred led to this war. It was a war against evil and good. I was thankful that I knew I was on the evil side. 

    I tried my best to save some of the wolves who Father wanted to kill. We began branding them with our pack crest on the left side of their neck to show that they were no harm and they had been accounted for. We kept books on all the Others who were brought on our land, which reminded me a lot of what the Nazis did to those who were in their concentration camps. I would often tell Father that I needed help with things to convince him to allow some of the Others to live. Father still remained the cold and vile man he had been after Mother and Ruslana's deaths. I knew that he needed to grieve the deaths, as did I and the packmates, but bringing on a war on werewolves was not the solution.