One dreadful night, I was awakened from a dead sleep, hearing the screams from my nightmares and seeing visions of those I lost long ago. I tried not to dream of things that will make it worse, but that I cannot control. When I couldn't go back to sleep, I stepped outside and noticed that the moon was high, glistening like a shiny stone in a passing stream. The wind is calm and gentle, kissing the trees like a mother to her child. A soft breeze brushes my face as it gently whispers away. The night is calm and still, but somehow I know it will not remain so. Suddenly, I hear a snap of a twig somewhere deep in the forest. I listen in, closely observing everything, making sure of what it was that made the sound. I quickly catch a scent in the breeze that doesn't seem familiar. I dare not fear the worst. I hear footsteps behind me as I turn to see my pack gathering, everyone on full alert. I signal over for two of my best scouts to see to the noise while I prepare the others for a possible attack.
When the scouts return moments later, they brought news of some hundred soldiers headed our way, all covered in armor, wielding broad swords and thick shields. This news didn't seem to phase my pack at all. Instead, it only seemed to fuel something deep within them, even inside me. As the pack leader, I quickly motioned for everyone to head to the forest, take cover in the trees, and wait for my signal to attack. In an instant, we took off and hearing the thundering footsteps and roaring howls from my pack gave me a swell of pride as I headed for the front. When we reached the forest, we quickly climbed into the trees, being as silent as the night itself, and waiting for the moment to strike. We waited for what seemed like hours, growing impatient. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a single torch and then another. Before we knew it, the whole forest was surrounded by soldiers.
However, the torches didn't last long, for the rain had started to pour from the clouds and drowned out the flames. The rain gave us a great advantage because it put out their torches and gave them little visibility. They started to pass by us, not once looking up to see the vicious predators of the night. When the time was right, I gave one bellowing howl that froze every soldier, piercing all of their hearts at once letting them know that the massacre was about to begin. We jumped down from the trees landing on screaming soldiers who were too frightened to move or think. We clawed and slashed our way through them, ripping away their armor and tearing through their flesh. I alone stood up from the body of a fallen enemy to see the brutal massacre of soldiers trying to run away, screaming for mercy.
Mercy, I wonder if they would've shown us mercy if they were the ones who were doing the massacre. Yet they still try to run, trying to save their own lives before "the wolves," as they call us, hunt them down and rip away at them like they were pieces of meat. An hour passes, and there are no more screams to be heard. The only noises that remain are those coming from my pack feeding on the dead soldiers. The forest is filled with blood and the soldiers' armor. Nothing but pain and agony is left in their place. Finally, the night is calm and still once more. Maybe this time I will get a good night's rest. This occurred ten years ago when I was only eighteen, and I still remember it as if it were just yesterday. This was the day I found my calling for greatness.
Chapter One
As a child, I had heard stories of a sacred covenant that is as old as the beginning of man. It was named the Blood Covenant for all the lycanthropes who died to protect its secrecy from the human and vampiric races. The covenant is home to all pure-blooded Lycans and to most half-breeds with no place to go. I also heard how they ruled many lands to the north and some lands to the east. It all belonged to the council members. Also how all purebloods were trained at birth to fight and to lead. They teach them to fight as soldiers with weapons such as swords and shields, clubs, axes, and even spears. They also taught them archery in case they need to defend the covenant from humans or worse. The last teachings are that of the wolf. The purebloods are taught to harness and control their thirst for blood and trigger the shifting into werewolves. It is hard for them at first to control it, but once they do, it becomes natural, a basic instinct to change at will. The purebloods shifting isn't like that of a half breeds. When a pureblood shifts, its body becomes that of a wolf that can stand upright like that of a human, with a long snout, thick arms, long claws, and razor-sharp teeth.
