Sly suspected something the moment Mitus's paws hit the stone of the cave. Where had he been all night? What had he been doing? Sly decided he had to figure it out. Had to. If Alpha was really gone the pack would be torn apart. By the rivalling packs who had been fighting on their territory. Alpha had always been able to make peace with them...but without Alpha war would be certain.
Zim was heading back to the cave, bounding over logs and snowy drifts. His midnight coat made a stark difference against the clean snow. His coat was why he was an outcast. The Haunters all had beautiful crisp white fur but not him. His dark coat was a disgrace to them, it showed he was a mix between another pack. His mother had passed giving birth but he saw the torn look in her eyes when his pelt was midnight black. She knew he'd grow up a hard life, knew he wouldn't probably make it past pup hood. But here he was, almost a full-grown wolf.
As soon as he walked into the cave, he realized he had made a terrible mistake.
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Dark Alpha Howling
FantasyWhen Alpha is murdered by an unknown murderer, the blame is placed on Zim the pack outcast. Though Zim knows who it is and how to prove it, further exile on him will prevent the unveiling truth of the Haunters pack.
