Alpha Atticus's Death

Coldness filled your body as you took a step into the royal castle, a dark aura surrounded the place shaking you to your core and left you running to the hills to cry to your mother. Even the strongest of men and women were left shaking on their knees and begging for mercy, or so that's what I've heard. Up in the mountains surrounded by dark green trees as tall as the sky lived a beast known as King Atticus. People rarely saw him and if they did they were high in power or didn't live to tell the story.

He had total power and was completely dominant in every single way. Cold black eyes and a heart just as dark, with control oozing out of every pore. He was the Alpha King.

She was a witty girl who loved to joke around but, in the face of any man beside her Father she became a shy little teenager with the most red cheeks. But people loved her, she had a way about her that made people feel comfort and joy. She always smiled and was the biggest sweetheart. Oh, and she was the runt of her pack.

When the Alpha King sees this innocent runt his wolf roars to claim her as his own and she has no idea.