Chaos

1. Whisper in the Wind

I was just a rumor, a whisper in the wind.

The idea I existed was crazy, yet some chose to believe it. 

Only the most desperate, the ones with nothing else to loose. A Hail Mary prayer. 

They would come from all over, hoping it was true, wishing for a saving grace. 

And most of them got it.

It had never been done before. A save-haven for rogues. A place where they could gather together and be welcomed. 

But I did it. I welcomed in those who had been thrown out, gave worth to those who were called worthless, because after all it happened to me too. 

Any rogue who came to me seeking shelter was allowed in, on one condition. I am the Alpha, and they obey my rules. 

Most of them didn't even hesitate to accept. 

None of the packs knew we were here. We were a small pack, and if the news that rogues were joining together got out, we would likely be taken off the map. 

Instead, word of our existence was passed around rogue to rogue, all of whom would rather die before telling a pack about us. You'd be surprised at the loyalty people will have once you give them something to hope for. 

But we were growing bigger every day. 

But don't be confused. I run a very tight ship. 

Everyone has a job that must be finished for the survival of a pack. Fighting is not tolerated. Neither is insubordination. We have to be a well-oiled machine to insure the everyone's survival. 

Fortunately, most people got that. No one wanted to be on their own again. 

"How did this happen?" you ask. 

Well, first it was just me. And one lonely tent. 

Then two. Then three. Then a group, in need of a leader. 

And more and more came. 

And now its all of us. 

A shelter for the broken, weak, and helpless. A place to heal and become strong.

 My warriors are the strongest, because they have been weak. 

My doctors are compassionate, because they know what it feels like to be broken.

My members are loyal, because they know how far I will go to protect them.

We are grit, and determination, and strength, and pure steel.

And why is this so incredible? Why is this something that other packs will never have? 

Because we have build ourselves from the ground up. We started from mud shacks and open camp fires. We know what it is to almost starve through winter. 

We have a blood bond some will never understand. 

We have emerged through the chaos and turned back to laugh at the darkness. 

And you know what? 

I did it all, crawling up from my knees, fighting the men who think they're better than me, simply because they're men.

This is my story. 

Dinara Nikolov