~Prologue~
The night was quick to fall that day. The moonlight was shining upon the fields as far as the eye could see. Somewhere deep in the forest, in a hidden house behind thickly trees and mountains, a bloody combat was taking place. Huge and fearful monsters, muscular and fierce wolves, were cutting each others’ flesh with their huge teeth and claws. Their teeth were grating as low growls were rising from their chests and their jaws were held open threateningly. A painful battle between two beasts who shared the same blood. One’s coat was painted in pure black, his red eyes were glowing with madness and fury. His mind was focused only on victory and the power that would follow after it. The other’s fur was also dark, but one couldn’t tell the difference between the red of his coat and the thick blood that was covering it, caused by the deep cuts on his body.
With one last savagely bite on the last’s back, the young dark wolf stood upon him, mighty and strong. The old wolf’s breath was rough, short and tired. His time was running out with each passing second and the only thing that kept coming to his mind was his mate’s face. That beautiful face, full of love and kindness... I could have treated her better, he thought just before the end of all. He bared his neck, waiting for his deathblow. He wondered on what could he have possible done to deserve such an end. He hated the fact that his murderer would bathe his paws on his blood more than the killer himself.
The wolf’s hot breath kept coming closer with each passing second. He held his eyes closed tight, bringing back the happy memories, remembering them one by one. He was a proud father. He believed that his mate and him had done a great job in raising their pups. Maybe, that’s where he was wrong...
Suddenly, a loud growl cut violently through the deafening silence. He couldn’t feel his blood-soaked hair raised up from the hot breath anymore, nor his own blood standing upon him, getting ready to give him the final fatal bite. He opened his eyes, only to face a pair of familiar paws standing protectively above him. His red-colored tail was held up high, his muscular and proud chest was kept forward as he stood mighty on his strong feet. Anyone would submit to the strength that flew out his body, even though he wasn’t the Alpha of his pack. Anyone except from the wolf in front of them with the flames of rage in his eyes.
A fierce and savage battle instantly began between the two great beasts. He feared for the winner, yet mostly trembled for the one doomed to lose. He could tell that that was the day he had lost a son from the moment he felt his canines piercing through his flesh with fury, but the last thing he could bear was to lose his little pup...
The old wolf’s attention was drawn back to the young fierceful wolves once he heard a loud scream. Before even his mind could understand what happened, an unbearable pain rushed through his whole body. And the realization hit him hard, the moment a mournful breath of pain and rage passed through his lips.
That night, a pack mourned his Alpha’s pain, singing lullabies of unbearable pain to the moon.
Two mountains across from where the battle took place, a she-wolf was crying for the loss of her mate, her piercing howls filling the sky as an uncontrollable pain surged through her weakened body.
That day was held painfully in the memory of many a wolf. The day when the sunset was followed by a bloody Moon and the Sun rosed in tears.
