The Burning of the Heart (bxb)

Prologue

Ryder
I silently slip into the woods, being very careful to not make a sound. I knew I was near the border of my newest victim, an old pack house, probably about 40 years old. I smirked, knowing they wouldn't know what I was going to do until it was to late.
I checked my pockets to make sure I had everything; lighters, a couple matches in the box, a camera, and water. I then grabbed the backpack I had hidden at the base of a tree; it had a container that was filled with gasoline.
Hauling the heavy backpack into my back, I pulled the gas mask over my face, concealing my features. It also made me look cooler, which was always a plus.
Glancing around, I sprayed the scent concealer over me, so the patrol dogs wouldn't see me. the whole "pack" thing disgusted me.
Who would want to follow some overly confident, dominant, protective mutt around like a pack of sheep?
I wouldnt, I have been rogue for as long as I remember. I was dumped by my old pack in the middle of the woods, that's what I assumed, anyway. I had to deal with my first shifting on my own. I had to deal with everything on my own. I was solid proof that not every wolf needs a pack. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I tugged on the backpack one more time, then headed for the border.
I could smell the patrol wolves near me, so I quickly scaled a tree, then hopped to the next one, shaking the branches, making a few leaves fall. I had crossed the border, so I jumped to the next tree, doing it again and again until I was deep inside their territory. Sliding down the tree, I smirked, and put the hood to my black sweatshirt up. I could see the lights of the pack house through the trees, I was close.
Making sure no one saw me, I opened the lid to the gasoline, and started pouring the flammable liquid into the ground. Once I had finished, I looked at the barely noticeably circle of gasoline, surrounding the entire pack house. I took out a match, and lit it on the box. I chuckled, this was to easy. I watched as the match dropped, igniting the line of gasoline. I quickly stepped out of the way, and the gasoline seemed to explode, a trail of fire making its way across the ground. I took out my camera, and snapped a few pictures of the beautiful orange and red fire, blossoming from the ground. For a moment I was hypnotized by it, it was gorgeous. Then I heard screams and alarms going off, and I quickly sprinted through the forest, past the border, and back to humanity, a small town I lived in.

Panting, I finally made it to the small storage unit that was my home. I pulled up the cover, and crawled in. Grabbing my camera, I looked at the pictures. They were beautiful, so I quickly pressed a button on the camera to release the film.
As the pictures developed, I took out a box I had hidden. Inside, was more pictures of fires I had started, most of pack houses and territories.
Every single fire I had ever started, I took a picture of.
It all started when I was about 13, I was mad at a certain pack for not giving me any food, so I burned a few of their houses down.
Spreading out the pictures, I counted them all; 5 pack houses, 13 buildings, 27 trees, and 1 farm. They were all related to wolf packs, so I didn't feel bad.
Why would i, they never did anything good for me.
Inside the box was one more thing I needed. It was a map of all the wolf territories near this town. Using a red marker, I X'ed out the one I just burned. Looking across the map, I found my next victim; the WolvesBane Pack.
I would have to be careful with this pack, I had already burned 2 other packs near this area, and they were especially dangerous already, without the need to be wary. The other packs I had burned was their allies, I was pretty sure, so most likely they would be on their guard. I would need to plan this attack out very, very well.

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Alright, what do you guys think so far? This is my first werewolf bxb book, so please be nice. I hope you enjoy it, I will try to update when I can, but there is no exact schedule. Thank you!!!