WonderLand

Omega Complex |Werewolf|

Orignal Title: StormBorn

Jaegar West is the Blood Alpha, terror and destruction follow closely behind him as his pack rises to new heights. His desire, his dream, his devotion, his love and his life are all for his friends and family. To see once again his pack rise to their former glory, to let the world once again fear the River Pack. But there’s something strong blowing in the wind.

He can hear it. There’s a storm coming. The wind says, the trees call out, the animals sing and the wolves howl. A storm that will cleanse the world of blood.

Jaegar’s reign is nowhere near to being over. He has one last stop. To be Alpha king. For that he needs the blessings of the werewolf Elders. He’s already claimed two as pack members, but the last is putting up a struggle.

The elder resides in lovely Spring Valley, but that’s where the wind is blowing from. Remembering the seer’s warning, “When blood takes the valley, it will give birth to a storm that is far stronger, wiser, and pure in its intentions, It will cleanse the world of blood. The storm born will rise from the unlikeliest place to claim the throne.” There’s a storm coming.

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Chapter One: Ascension of the Blood Alpha.

The sound of rolling thunder could be heard as the ground rumbled from the lightning strikes. Flashes of a brilliant white light would illuminate the surroundings. The smell of rain was thick in the air as three men stare each other down.

Their chests would rise as they took in big gulps of air. Their breathes were so warm, one could see it against the cool air. Their bodies were dripping with sweat and blood as they waited for the others to make a move.

This was a tradition passed down for centuries. If the Alpha had more then one child, regardless of gender they must duel to the death because neither would be satisfied with the second position. These three men were just that. Their eyes were yellow as they scanned their opponents steadily. It was odd at how they could switch this killing instinct on and off.

Just yesterday they were brothers, joking and being just boys. Now they are enemies and must strike the other down in a graceful, powerful fashion that would solidify their power to the rest of their pack as a leader that must never be questioned.

Jaegar, the youngest and smallest compared to his older brothers had a plan. He was just waiting for it to be set into motion. Sweat dripped down his dark brown wavy hair as the ends stuck to his face. His olive skin seemed to glisten from the lightning. Jaegar instinctively flexed his hands as a low almost inaudible growl rose up to his throat.

His oldest brother dove for his legs as he tried to dodge it. "Sorry, baby brother. No hard feelings okay." He said in a gravely voice.

Jaegar felt strong hands against his wind pipe as he tried to claw at his brother, who looked at him with such disdain. He wheezed and choked as he struggled to breath. The area slowly started to recede in a black that was almost to welcoming. Jaegar needed to fight this off. He had a plan and unlike his brothers. Nothing will get in the way.

He felt this rush of power flowing through his veins, it was so great he couldn't ignore it. His hands moved as if they had a mind of their own. His brother was close enough that he placed his hands on either side of his brother's head.

His hands slowly formed claws as he pressed them into his brother's eye sockets. Blood and clear liquid slowly gushed out as he heard a pop. His brother gave a cry as Jaegar summoned that inner strength and with such tremendous force he literally ripped his brother in half. The sound of skin tearing and bones breaking resonated through out the air as everything was silent. Nothing could be heard except for Jaegar's labor breathing as the rush of air forced it's way into his lungs.