Tyler's Point of View
I sat in my white walled room, on my plain sheets, looking at the walls with no decorations on them and I wondered if I really wanted to go and kill this run away. She was just a weak and defenseless girl who just made the wrong people mad.
"Do it, get your head in the game, we need this job. And besides you like it." My wolf growled, on edge as always. I did like being an assassin, I loved the feel of being dominant, I craved that ever since my entire pack was killed. I had been the Alpha of the Green Willow pack before we were attacked when I was around 10. My parents were killed and so was half of my pack, I shifted for the first time when I came upon my parents mangled bodies. I was instantly made Alpha, the youngest Alpha we had ever had, my life was thrown into turmoil, I had no idea how to be an Alpha. I would take walks deep into the forest, with no one for company but my bitter wolf. He constantly urged me to find my parents attackers. I consulted pack elders and they would not tell me anything. I was about to use my Alpha command on my uncle Zanku, a pack elder before I felt tension in the air. Sirens were raised and I heard men ripping from our primitive tents we had set up. Children started to cry and in the distance I heard a scream.
"NOT IN MY PACK! NOT AGAIN!" I roared as I too ripped from a tent with Zanku hot on my heels.
"Marshall your best fighters, I want a perimeter! Angela! Get all of the women and their children gathered and keep them there, take Glen and Steven!" I screamed, I felt the now becoming familiar heat spread throughout my limbs, but I suppressed it, I needed to be in full control. My wolf was resenting me but he understood so he kept quiet. I whipped from tent to tent evacuating the people left, when that was done I sprinted to the front lines to see men and wolves alike fighting in such a barbaric manner that it is forever burned into my mind. The ground looked as if it were bleeding and I saw Zanku. He whipped a man around by his neck and smashed him into a tree. He looked so strong, he was my elder and teacher and quite frankly I was interested to study his fighting techniques. He was now taking on three men at once, I saw him twirl and weave through them, dodging their hits and delivering some of his own. Two more men joined the fight, then three more. My uncle looked overwhelmed and I almost ran over to help him but he turned to look at me with his blazing red eyes, seeming to sense my presence and spun. A white hot blaze emanated from him and they all fell on the spot, charred beyond all recognition. I ran out to him and gave him a hug. As my arms wrapped around him I heard a gasp and then he went limp in my arms. I looked up at his proud old face and his now dull eyes and saw an axe lodged in his back. I looked down at my one and only relative left, my only guide, my loving uncle, and I snapped.
