Using force Catia pushed the doors open releasing them unto a slow opening catching everyone's attention even that of the Alpha who was on the other end of the hall. Once the dark oak doors where wide enough Catia straightened her posture and had a look of pure determination and mischievousness mixed together. Walking down towards the crowd with style and class, people began to whisper, all eyes were on her.
The rays of the blood moon was falling down on the werewolves gathered for the celebration but the only one being affected is Catia, every emotion and memory that she endured in her past life return in an instant causing her to choke on all the pain. Pure angry and haterd boiled inside of her, yet she never showed a single ounce. 'They will pay.' Catia and her wolf used in complete unison.
The crowd which first stood an awe gossiping about Catia, now stood still for the amount of pressure and authority she was releasing was incredible. As Catia walked in between the crowd they spilt the form an ilse for Catia to walk through. The only thing to be heard was small whispers, Catia had definitely made an entrance that won't be easily forgotten.
The three brother's eyes widen as Catia approach them, giving the Arthur and Peter gentle smiles as she stops standing in between them. Mason moved closer to Catia but Arthur stepped stood in his path blocking him. Smiling softly Catia looked towards Alpha David and bowed slightly, motioning that he can continue. The Alpha smiled at Catia before he continued to speak.
Catia and her wolf had a lengthy conversation which was drowning out the sound of the Alphas voice. With that said the two of them agreed on a decision that would possibly cause a war.
Through the evening of celebration Catia smiled, laughed and joked with the others like nothing ever happened but those who weren't close to Catia felt the pressure she was giving off, causing them to tred lightly around them. After being pulled onto the dance floor by Jason and a few other young pups Catia happily danced with them smiling, she began to remember days past.
《 The Blood River Moon pack was most powerful and most feared of all the supernatural world, they where royalty celebrating the birth of werewolves on an enchanting blood moon. The Alpha and Luna sat on their thrones at the end of the hall, the pack dressed in victorian era clothing drinking, chatting and dancing. The young pups running around the open court yard.
As the Alpha rose to his feet every stopped in attention waiting patiencly for him to speak. At the moment his opened his month to speak, things went to chaos. The windows shattered as everything spieces of supernatural broke it. A young girl was pulled and thrown under one the dinning tables "Stay hidden, stay alive." Her mother said to her before gradded away by an intruder.
Screams filled with hall, screams of pain, terror, and anguish. The only thing the young girl could do was to cover her ears and cry silently as she tried to block out the sound of her kin being slaughtered. Finally the screams had stopped, slowly climbing out from under the table the sight were nothing more than mortifing. Pools of blood under the bodys of her kin scattered all over the dinning hall, as well as her Alpha, Luna, the young pups and her parents. Knowing this pain, she cried for an answer from the Moon Goddess.
The Moon Goddess was furious, how could these lowly supernatural creatures destroy her most perfect creation. What angered the goddess more was that the werewolves that broke off the pack and mated the humans, those simple mixed breeds! "My child..." the Moon Goddess spoke to the young girl left alone crying with lose "The last of my perfect creations, the last of my precious pure blood. My child, I give you this gift. A gift of rebirth, reincarnation. For you my dear you shall seek revenge, and you shall get it." The young girl pulled up her dress as she look at her mid thigh of her left leg, where her packs mark had changed and grow bigger into new. The biggest new change was that written in the language of the goddess, 'The last of the first.' 》
Catia was brought back to reality when Jason tugged on her dress, she looked down at him and picked him up. Jason looked sadly up at her and wiped Catia's tears away."Why you crying Cat?" Catia smiled wryly "Just a sad memory Jason, please don't worry." With that said Jason hugged Catia tightly telling her that she mustn't cry or his older brothers will be sad.
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Last of the First
Werewolf'The First of the First' was the name given to the first werewolf pack in existence, their true pack name was 'Blood River Moon Pack' and this pack was acceptionally strong and highly feared but the other supernatural races. A few hundred years ago...
