Adalyn felt the pull of the nameless one yet again and she knew she was running in the right direction. She was dead tired from running for days on end. Still, she ran. Nothing she did helped to get them off her tail. She was beyond exhausted and felt like she was going to drop at any moment. Still, she pushed her wolf as hard as she could with the hope that her wolf would not let down her down.
Her wolf had a heart of gold and was tough as nails. She is a true champion, and knew that the harder she drove her wolf and moved her feet, each step kept their enemies behind them, and brought them closer to their future. She strained to push beyond the patience of even a werewolf. Her fur was splotched with dirt and mud hiding the beauty of her nearly pure white hair. Her paws and body had far too many bruises, but still she ran. Her head high and her back straight and proud.
An old, very powerful and respected druid told her Alpha when she was born that Adalyn was special. Adalyn herself has always known that she was different from the others. Her future was clearly intertwined with the future all of her pack members. She represents life, hope and security for their entire pack. But, being the pack saviour if you will, didn’t mean that other werewolves would like you more or for that matter like you at all. Instead of being loved by most, she was hated by all. Disrespected, disliked and dejected. Lots of times, they laughed and continued to call her “special” as if it was a bad, dirty word. Only her Alpha and the older members of their pack treated her kindly at all.
The funny thing is, Adalyn was much stronger than most of them, and she still was able to shift into a werewolf unlike most of them. Being able to shift was just one of the things that made her special. There were only a few others who could call forth their wolf, like the alpha but no one as young as her. See, her pack, the ‘Wolf Moon’ pack were losing their ability to change into a wolf since most of their wolves went dormant. No one knows why. In the early days many doctors, packs, and druids tried to help. They ran a lot of different tests. Nothing even gave them insight. Some however also lost their wolves. So, after a while, less and less doctors, druids and packs offered to try and help. No other werewolf pack wanted to risk infesting their loved ones.
So the Wolf Moon pack was quarantined and cut off from the rest of the werewolf nations. That did the trick, the disease was primarily contained to their pack. Still, when someone was foolish enough to hang around too long or mate with someone from their pack they risk becoming infected. If they managed to keep their wolf, well… In a generation or two their pack is just as bad off as her pack. So, of course in the last fifty years everyone in the supernatural world has completely cut off contact with them. No one went anywhere near them for fear that they would become sick, or pass it along to a shifter friend of theirs. That also means, the Wolf Moon pack could no longer find their promised mate. Their promised mate was what they preferred to call their soul mates. Without the hope of a promised mate, the members of their pack were forced to marry based on friendly relations.
Like the humans, and other non-supernatural beings, they got married out of necessity, and tender feelings not true love. Still, not one of them has ever stopped dreaming of finding their promised. Some, have even tried to slip past the magical quarantine barrier and attempt to find them. They have all failed. Throughout the past fifty years three different Alpha’s have tried hard to change the future of the Wolf Moon pack. They have even introduced other supernatural and humans into their pack in the hopes that their new DNA could help heal their disease. The infusion of fresh blood made no difference at all.
They were still avoided like lepers. After a time they no longer cared. Soon they would be just as human as the ones they brought into their pack. They lived peaceful, simple lives. If the other packs had just continued to leave them alone they would have continued to live in peace even if they did so without their wolves. But the other packs grew more fearful with time and then finally last night they did the unthinkable and sent human hunters to annihilate the entire pack.
Thank god their alpha had foreseen this possibility and had taken steps to keep the hunters out. He used a druid to cast a spell. The spell used the quarantine barrier to their advantage. It basically made sure that no-one but a blood family member to someone in the pack could enter pack territory without the Alpha’s say so. Adalyn kept that knowledge close to her heart to give her the courage to run through enemy lines and seek out her promised ate. Adalyn was told the spell the alpha had the druid cast would only hold out for a few days… a week at most. She knew her pack was counting on her to return and ready to fight. If Adalyn failed eventually the spell would stop working and her pack would face obliteration. Once the hunters were able to enter their pack grounds, they were sure to exterminate her people like vermin.
Why me? Adalyn thought. Why had the fates selected her to be the pack saviour? Honestly the only part of the prophesy she like was that it said after she found her promised mate she would come into her abilities and heal her pack. She loved the idea that she alone would find her promised, but, what made her and her wolf different? What if Adalyn was unable to find him or if worse what if he rejected her. The prophesy never said after she joined with her promised. It just said after she found him. The old druid always used to tell her not to worry that. She swore, Adalyn only needed to follow her heart and her spirit and it would deliver her safely into his arms. Arms that would love and accept her. Arms that the old druid believed would help Adalyn and the Wolf Moon pack at all costs.
So that night, when the hunters bashed themselves uselessly against their magic barrier, her alpha commanded her to call her wolf forward and seek out her promised. The time had come for her to do what she was born to do. Adalyn changed quickly into her wolf form. The moment her wolf emerged, she threw back her head and howled a prayer into the night. She prayed the druid was right and that she would find her promised. But, even more she prayed once she found him that he would accept her. Then Adalyn prayed she would have the strength and courage to do what needed to be done.
Adalyn again, felt the pull of something intangible. This time it was even stronger than the entire time that she’d been running. She knew that whatever or more likely whoever it was that Adalyn was being drawn to was getting closer with each mile she ran. Then, she spotted a dilapidated old house that stood in the middle of the empty field just ahead. She knew without really understanding why, that he would be in there. Her promised.
Adalyn heard the human hunters closing in on her location and could tell they had her in their sites. She heard the loud sound of a gunshot just seconds before she saw the rocks to her left shatter. Thank god she thought, they missed her. Adalyn heard another shot and this time the dirt just under her left paw shifted. Adalyn saw the bullet lodge into the ground where her paw had just been. The shots were so close. She knew that she had moments to clear the open field or she was a dead wolf. Adalyn dug deep within herself to get enough energy to make it across the field before the hunters got off a clear shot and ended the chase.
Both her heart and her spirit screamed at her that she was in the right place. She slammed into the back of the house as she heard several more shots go off in rapid succession. Despite the silencer they were using on the gun the shots were still loud enough to cause a piercing painful sound to her wolf’s ears. She shook her head to stop the ringing and started to claw her way through the door.
Adalyn struggled at getting into the house but finally managed to break through and skid across a slippery tile floor. She struggled to maintain her composure and landed in a heap at the feet of a grotesquely mummified corpse. The last thing Adalyn remembered thinking before her world went black was how could both her wolf, heart and spirit be wrong? Adalyn didn’t find her promised, and she wasn’t the key to their packs survival. The only thing Adalyn did was run for days to her own death.