Avenge

I felt the warmth of the sun on my fur as I woke with a start. I had been dreaming of the taste of sweet honey and fields of wildflowers, and I could still taste them on my tongue. I stretched out my legs and opened my eyes to the majestic wolf sunrise.

The sky was a canvas of orange, pink, and yellow hues, painted with the promise of a new day. The sun rose above the horizon, the light bouncing off the peaks of the mountain and casting its love rays across the land. The forest was alive with the morning chorus of birds, their songs filling the air with a sense of joy and wonder.

I could feel the energy of the morning echoing through my veins, and I stood up tall. I looked around me, taking in the beauty of the landscape. I could smell the fresh air, and it was a reminder of the abundance of life that surrounded me.

I took a few steps closer to the edge of the forest, and I could see the distant horizon. A flock of geese flew above, their wings cutting through the sky like a knife. Trees swayed in the breeze, their leaves sparkling in the sunlight. Everywhere I looked, I saw the beauty of the wilderness, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

I thought of the days I had been running in the forest, the times I had been one with nature. I felt my heart swell with love for the land, and I realized how lucky I was to be able to experience it in this form.

The sun’s rays seemed to envelop me, and I felt my spirit lift. I imagined I could feel the energy of the day, a spark of life that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I closed my eyes and opened my heart, and I could feel the power of the wolf's sunrise.

I wanted to stay in that moment forever, to feel the power of the morning, and of the wilderness. But soon, the sun began to move higher in the sky, and I knew it was time to go back home. I took one last look at the horizon and the majestic wolf sunrise before turning around and heading back into the forest.

As I walked deeper into the woods, I felt a renewed sense of hope and faith, in all the chaos we all have endured. I knew that this was only the beginning of our journey, and I felt ready to take on whatever life had in store for me. I was a new person, a new wolf, and I was excited to explore the world around me.

I felt the sun on my back as I ran through the forest, and I could see its beauty with every step I took. I felt a sense of joy and purpose, and I knew that I was exactly where I needed to be.

“Alpha Ciana, you have finally returned,” Josie says as she meets me at the edge of camp.

“Yes, how can I help you, Josie?” I ask her.

“I had a few ideas to run past you.” She says nervously.

“Go ahead Josie, I am all ears,” I tell her.

“Well, I was thinking that we could use the bamboo as you did. We could make houses like huts. Cut and create them to keep the rain out and run off the rooftop. Kind of like a new pack house but not as fancy.” She says.

“That is a great idea. My father said Bamboo is strong and sturdy and in other countries, they use it to make furniture so why can’t we.” I respond.

She smiles at my response.

“Josie. I also know back at Primrose you were training to be a warrior is that right?” I ask her.

“Yes. Everyday. I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps.” She says.

“Your father was our Delta correct?” I ask.

“Yes, Alpha. Our family held the Delta position for three generations.” She tells me.

“Josie. I would like it if you were my third in command.” I say to her.

“M-me. But there were no trials or tests. How do you know I am worthy of the Delta position?” She asks, stuttering out her words.

“This is a new pack now Josie. I also know because you came to me with ideas that would help this pack. Would help us survive. That is how I know you will stand up to the tasks and you will make your father proud.” I tell her.

“Th-thank you, Alpha. I will not fail you.” She says with tears brimming in her eyes.

“I have faith in you Josie. Now let us go talk to another person shall we?” I invite her to join me and she does.

We walked past the remainder of our pack. They were stretching and looking out for one another. Stretching out their sore muscles and limbs.

“Jackson,” I call out.

“Yes, Ciana.” He says walking towards me.

“I would like you to meet our new Delta, Josie,” I tell him.

“Great choice Alpha.” He says as he smiles at us.

“Now I just need my Beta,” I say to him with a brow raised.

“Who do you have in mind? There are a couple of our old pack warriors that survived.” He rambled on. He was not catching the hint.

“You Jackson, I want you as my Beta,” I tell him.

“Are you nuts? I was an Omega.” He says elongating his word Omega.

“Jackson, you are my best friend. I trust you with my life and theirs. I trust no one more than I trust you.” I tell him.

“Okay Ciana, for you, I accept.” He says as he gives me a hug.

“Alright. Josie has some great ideas. I just wish there was a town nearby.” I began saying.

“Oh, there is. About two hours away from here is the closest town. Some of us were held up there when we got Jackson’s link.” Josie says.

“Okay. So Jackson, your first Beta duty. Take the bank card from my bag. Gather a few people willing to go with you to the town. Get food supplies, water, and things the children will need. Send another to get blankets, clothes, pillows, and things like that. Then need another one to get hand saws, hammers, nails, anything we could use to build.” I tell him.

“Will the card work?” He asks.

“Yes, Pin is 6465. All the old pack's money is in there. It cannot be touched. After you purchase the items, withdraw a lot. We do not want to always use the card. Just in case.” I say to him.

“Alright Alpha.” He says to me.

Jackson goes around gathering enough people who are able to make the journey to get the much-needed supplies. A lot of the pack goes with him to help. Leaving Josie, Beverly, the two orphan children, and a few mothers with their toddlers with me.

“They are gathering supplies. We are going to build our new home.” I shout out to them.

They all cheer and the kids begin playing with each other. We all just wondered as the children played waiting for the others to return.

I hear the desperate cry for help. Instantly my heart was in my throat and I stopped in my tracks. I could sense something strange in the air, a charge of electricity, as if the very atmosphere had been changed by the cry.

The sound came again, louder now, a young, terrified scream that cut right through me like a blade. I spun around and ran towards the source of the sound, my heart thudding in my chest. I knew there was something wrong, and I was afraid of what I might find.

As I ran, I reached into myself and pulled out my inner strength, transforming into my Black wolf Aella. I had to be prepared for anything that might be waiting for me in the forest. My senses sharpened, and my eyesight improved. I could see further than I ever had before, and my instincts were on high alert.

When I reached a small meadow within the forest, I saw two figures standing in the middle of it. I could tell immediately that they were not what they seemed; they were rogues, feral creatures with wild eyes and wilder desires. They had the two orphaned children backed into a corner, and they were edging closer, their claws gleaming in the sunlight.

The children were frightened and alone, their eyes wide with terror. I could feel the fear radiating off them, and it filled me with rage. I snarled, baring my teeth at the rogues and stepping forward.

The children saw me and their expressions changed from terror to relief. They huddled closer to me, and I knew deep down that I was their only hope. I shifted into my human form to speak.

“Who are you, and what do you want with these children?” I said. My voice was low and menacing, and the rogues drew back from me.

“We come for fun,” one hissed.

“We sense they are from a pack. This is for justice. Packs are evil, they have done much wrong to us.”

I glared at them. “This is not justice. These are children, and they have done nothing wrong.”

The other rogue stepped forward.

“We do not care. They will pay for the crimes of their family, one way or another.”

“No,” I said firmly.

“You will not have them.” I stepped between them and the children, my fur bristling and my eyes flashing.

“I will not allow it.”

The rogues growled in frustration, thinking they could not be beaten. They slowly began circling me. Growling and hissing as we all quickly shifted into our wolves once again.

One lunged forward and Aella was ready. She punched her claws into his chest and he hit the ground with a thud. The second roared in anger as his fellow rogue was killed.

The second launched with much rage shining through his eyes. He knocked me off my legs but Aella quickly composed herself and waited for the second attack. As he sped towards us she lowered herself to the ground.

She launched into the air, landing on his back. Biting on his neck hearing the awful crunching. His whines echoed through the forest. I could taste the metallic taste of his blood seeping into my mouth from his fur. With one final snap, the rogue fell lifeless to the ground.

I looked at the rogues huffing in wolf form.

I turned to the children and saw that their eyes were wide with wonder.

“Did you really just do that?” one of them asked, awe in his voice.

“You said you would protect us, and you did.”

I smiled and nodded. ‘Yes,’ I said.

‘I did.’ I had done it for them, for our pack.

When we arrived back at camp I explained to the mothers what had occurred and they were giving me their thanks.

“No one will hurt this pack. Not again. Now come on we have a lot of work to do when the others arrive.” I say to them as we begin clearing out an area big enough to be the new home.

Once the others arrived we were all hard at work. With all of us pitching in this will go quickly.

The moonlight is shining bright and the outside of the house is now complete. The mothers go in and begin decorating and taking the new and unique supplies into the house to start setting up.

“I cannot believe it is done. One day a new home.” Jackson says.

“It's not what everyone is used to but it is better than nothing,” I tell him. I turn and begin walking away.

“Were you going Ciana?” Jackson asks.

“My den is my home. I will be able to keep an eye out from there. Make sure everyone is safe from danger. I feel secure there.” I tell him.

“Alright.” He says as he joins the others.

My heart is still heavy with grief and I just can’t right now. My family is dead and no house will feel like a home.