The Champion

Felix

"I think it's time you were given some answers."

I stared at Damien as he stood in the middle if Calebs office, "You fucking think?" I growled out.

I was instantly irritated, you barely tell me anything and then fucking leave. The Warriors you leave behind tell me I'm different, I shouldn't be able to do half the things that I do and now you think, it's time I was given answers? I thought to myself.

My mind was racing at all the things I wanted to do to the wolf in front of me but I knew it wouldn't do me any good.

"Your going to want to sit down, this may take a while." I felt my eye begin to twitch, a sign I noticed that my irritation was starting to show.

"No thanks, I think I will stand and by stand I think I will stand right fucking here," planting myself right in front of Calebs office door. "You won't be leaving until I'm satisfied." I felt my wolf clawing and growling just beneath the surface, my eyes were flashing between my own and that of my wolf.

Damien watched me for a moment before smirking, he turned to a chair grabbing it and placing it five feet from me and sat down.

"How much do you remember from your childhood?" He asked as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

"I don't see how this tells me who I am," I snarled.

"Sonny, please just listen to him. What he has to say is something you need to hear." My back stiffened at Calebs voice and I reigned in my anger, but only slightly.

"I remember growing up and my father telling me stories, I remember bits and pieces of the night they were killed. I don't remember all the stories some come in fragments and others crystal clear." I watched Damien as I spoke, when I mentioned the night of my parents death something flickered across his face but was gone too quickly for me to catch.

"I knew your father and your mother, both of them were amazing wolves, amazing fighters." Damien whispered before clearing his throat and meeting my gaze.

"Centries ago there was much distrust amongst the packs, some were too small others too large. Wolves ran wild, killing humans and other wolves, they didn't care for anything but themselves. That's where the term "Rogue" came from, many of the older wolves came to a decision, we couldn't allow this to continue."

"We would be found out, hunted and killed. They were posing too much of a threat, so the elders were formed. The best fighters from all over came to try out for the ability to help their own kind, to track, to kill and protect the wolves and the humans."

"Several warriors were chosen and the group was sent off to help the set right the chaos that was erupting all over."

I didn't know where he was going with this but I was intrigued so I wasn't pushing for him to get to the point.

"A lot of the fighters died, the more fighters the elders sent the more that came back in pieces. Until one day when a pair of wolves came walking through our doors, they were best friends, fighters and had been through a lot together. It was like they knew what each other were thinking without a word being said."

"We're they telepathic with each other?" I asked curiously.

"That's just it, they weren't. They were from separate packs and neither knew how to perform the ceremony to create that bond."

"What was so different about these wolves?" I asked reaching for a chair and sliding into it, still making sure that I blocked the doorway. I saw Damiens smirk and know that my movements hadn't gone unnoticed.