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Call of the wild: Memory Lane

Chapter 5

Fusedtwilight: I want to say thanks to my reviewers. Sorry it took me so long to update I hope you are all enjoying the series much more than before.

I was four. It was one of my earliest memories. I was upstairs in my bedroom; I wrapped myself in my blanket and tried to tune out the sounds of my parent arguing. They had been arguing more, and more lately and it was always the same thing…me. As per usual.

Mommy had taken me to see a strange old lady that day. She wasn't like the people daddy had me see. She was no doctor, her house smelt funny and there were lots of strange things there, and animals. I liked the animals.

I played with them while the grownups talked. The woman did strange things to me, she made me drink some weird yucky juice, and then put me in a circle drawn on the floor. She said some weird things and I felt weird, but mommy promised me a happy meal if I was good (And I was too). She told me not to tell daddy because he would be mad, but he found out anyway and now they were fighting again.

"I can't believe you took him to a witch!" my father shouted at my mother and I clung to my teddy bear.

"Well I had to do something your doctor’s aren’t doing shit for him!" my mommy screamed back and I felt the tears begin to flow.

"So what you damn his soul by taking him to that witch?!" he shouted.

"His soul isn't damned Dave, just because you practice the craft doesn't mean you’re damned!"

"I tolerated your tarot cards, and your palm readings but this is too far!"

"Well what am I supposed to do huh? Your science has no explanation because it is nothing to do with science! It's mystic!"

"I'm calling a priest."

"WHAT?!"

"Tomorrow I’m calling a priest and we’re going to do a baptism, or exorcism whatever it takes."

"Are you insane?!"

"He needs the lord’s help."

"He doesn't need the lords help Dave, he's already blessed. Why can't you see that?"

"BLESSED!, You call him blessed, all the times we've had to move because of all the animals he attracts, or the neighbors see him speaking to a chipmunk, and you think he's blessed?"

“There's nothing wrong with speaking with Mother Nature."

"Oh get your head out of the clouds woman!"

They continued like that for the rest of the night, bickering and saying hurtful words, I clung to my teddy, wishing I had a friend. I heard a scratching sound and looked out my window to see a raccoon. I got up and opened the window and the critter came in and sat with me on my bed.

Imagine the shock my parents had when they saw that in the morning.

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I was five. It was a day I would never forget. I came home from school; I was excited to show my mommy my finger painting. I ran the house taking my shoes off.

"Mommy, Daddy, look what I drew!" I shouted running into the living room but stopped when I saw my mommy alone on the couch crying.

"Mommy?" I said walking to her.

She looked up at me smiling sadly "Sweetie mommy has some bad news.."

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"its daddy....he's gone."

"What do you mean gone?" I said and I could feel the tears coming.

She pulled me in her arms and let out a sob "He left us and he's never coming back."

I dropped my finger painting and began to sob. I screamed and cried for my daddy, but he never came. It was sad I never put that finger painting of me and my family on the fridge.

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It was three months after he left when the next great tragedy of my life happened. My mommy had been attacked by the scary wolf-man and lived..

Sometime after my daddy left I tried to run away from home. I was foolish enough to believe that I could find him and bring him home. Then we could be a family again and mommy wouldn't be so sad.

I left at night and called some furry friends to help me find my daddy. But it was the night of the full moon and when I called my furry friends something else answered the call. Wolfs, a lot of them, they were friendly and played with me. But then he showed up. The scary wolf-man. He was a werewolf, and when he saw me he attacked me. The wolfs tried to hold him off while I ran home.

By the time I got there mommy was up looking for me. She was happy to see me and then mad. She scolded me but stopped when I warned her about the wolf-man. She called the police and locked the doors while we waited and she brought out a gun. He came through the windows snarling and thrashing. Mommy shot him but he was to mean to stay down. He pounced on her and started to hurt her. I jumped out from my hiding spot and screamed at him telling him to go away. I felt the thing in my head reach out and touch him. He looked at me with his scary eyes and I saw the man in those eyes. He took off but mommy was badly hurt. I called the ambulance and they came soon after the police.

So here the next day I sat trying to ignore the police men and doctor talk.

"Is she infected?" One of them asked.

"Well it's too early to tell, but seeing how wolf is easy to catch, and the extent of her injuries, I’d say yes." the doctor said.

"What about the kid?" the other asked jerking his head to me.

"Well he's unharmed physically, mentally I’m not so sure, he was just through a very traumatizing event, and from the records I pulled up, he may have already been disturbed, his father had been taking him for all sorts of mental examinations."

"If she is infected what are they going to do with the kid?"

"Well obviously they'll have to take him from her."

"NO!" I shouted jumping up and they all stared at me in shock, I hadn't spoken to anyone since we were attacked. "I'm not going anywhere you can't take me from mommy, I don't care if she is a monster she's still my mommy, and it’s my fault, all my fault!" I said sobbing.

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Later the next day I was in my mommy's room. I had snuck in while the grown up's talked.

Mommy was covered in bandages and had lots of wires in her. She looked scary but I loved her anyway.

"Mommy." I whispered stroking her cheek.

"She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me "Sweetie? What are you doing here?" she asked gently raising a bandaged hand to wipe the tears from my eyes

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"I'm sorry." I whispered "If it wasn't for me the wolf-man wouldn't have shown up, I’m sorry I just wanted to find daddy so we could be a family again....B-b-but now they m-may take you away from me, I’m sorry I just wanted us to be a family again" I sobbed.

"Shhhh its ok we'll figure something out." she crooned.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door "Quick hide!" mommy said quickly.

I quickly hid underneath the bed and stayed quiet.

"Come in." My mommy said.

I heard the door open and feet shuffling in. "Mrs. Jones?" a voice asked.

"It’s Miss now. Miss Wilson now." mommy said and I cringed

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"Sorry but was someone here we thought we heard voices."

"No."

I heard a sound like someone sniffing the air. These men were animal men I could feel it. "I take it that's your son hiding under there I presume?" one of the voice’s asked.

"Who are you people?" my mommy asked in a hostile voice.

I crawled out from under the bed and stayed at my mommy's side. There were three men, the one in the middle was the tallest and I knew he was the boss. The two looked at me with looks of interest. But the one in the middle looked at me with familiar eyes.

"IT WAS YOU!" I shouted at the man, "Mommy he's the Wolf-Man!"

Mommy stiffened and wrapped a hand around me "So what you come to finish the job!" my mommy said moaning in pain as she tried to sit up.

"Whoa lady, slow down."The man to the right said. "We are here to help."

"How to put me out of my misery?" she asked sarcastically.

"Last night was an accident, we passed your house last night but your child called to us so we came, we thought he was a vampire, but when we saw it was the child we were curious."

"You were one of the doggies that played with me." I said remembering earlier when the pack of wolves played with me.

"Played?" My mom asked confused.

"Like I said we were passing your house and we felt a call, we answered it expecting an Alpha or vampire, instead we found your son. We were weary but something about him made us….happy."

He said recalling what happened.

"I wanted to play, so we played." I explained.

"Please forgive me, but when I felt the call I naturally assumed it was a vampire, I thought the master of the city was trying to take my pack and I overreacted, I let my rage and beast get the best of me and you paid for it. Please forgive me." The tall man said bowing his head.

"I'm sorry." I whispered and all eyes turned to me "I wanted to find Daddy, so I called doggies to sniff him out."

"Doggies?" one of the men snorted in amusement.

This man was different. He was a wolf but I there was something about him. At the time my young mind was unable to understand why. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. He gave of no feeling of hostility or aggression, but his eyes were cold and piercing. I felt like a germ in a Petri dish being examined by a scientist.

"Where is your husband?" the tall man asked and mommy’s hand wrapped tighter around me.

"He left...for good" she whispered, "He couldn't handle having a child blessed by god so he up and ran."

"In that case as the Ulfric of the Black Forest Clan and the cause of your suffering, allow me to invite you and your child to our family." the tall man said.

“But they'll never let me keep my son."

"Don't worry one of our people is working here, she can tweak the results so they say you’re still human."

"You have a wolf working here?"

"Well not a wolf, her older sister is, and like you and your son we took them in years ago, we helped raise her so she might as well be family, accidents like this happen so we have her tweak the results so they say human and they can live there furry lives in secret."

She looked at him then at me "Well I don't have a choice, but there has to be a condition."

"Name it."

"My son has a gift from god, but he can't really control it, I need you to help me find someone that can help train him, and I don't want him involved in any pack business until he's old enough to understand." She said.

"Don't worry we have a Vargagmore, she can help with your kid." The tall man said and smiled at me and I cringed. He was still scary.

"Who are these two?" Mom asked referring to the two men.

"Ah yes where are my manners? They are my enforcers James my Skoll, and Cody my Hati." He said introducing the two men.

Cody was the nice man he had grey eyes and a pointed face with red tinted brown hair., James was the other one with the cold piercing eyes and dirty blonde hair. They both nodded politely.

"What in the hell are those supposed to be?" My mom asked. She was always straight to the point.

"They are next in command after me, James is the highest ranked in the pack and Cody is the second. I am the Ulfric the wolf king."

"He’s the top dog." I said.

"Yes I am." He smiled.

"What’s your name?" my mommy asked.

He held out his hand and she took it "Tom, my name is Tom. I think your both going to like our pack very much." He said looking into my mommy’s eyes. I noticed the intensity that seemed to shoot from his eyes and into hers. I also noticed she wasn’t looking away. I don’t think I like where this is going.

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I seven and my life was once again changing.

It had been two years since me and mom had joined the Black Forest Clan. The pack Vargamore had been helping me tame my power, but when I was this irritated the power would flex. What would make me so irritated that it would upset my power?

My mom was getting married; to Tom, the Ulfric of the Black Forest clan, the man who had almost killed her was going to be my step-father. Talk about soap opraish.

Mom was going to be the Lupa. Lupa was the Ulfric's girlfriend, she didn't have as much authority as the Ulfric, but she was the most dominant female in the pack, and mom was definitely the most dominant. She had to fight a lot of girls to be the top but she made it. Tom had helped her a lot in adapting to her life as a wolf. He helped so much that I guess during their time together they fell in love.

So now here I sat with my mom, my hands were crossed and I swung my legs back and forth. No one talked to me; it didn't take a genius to figure out why I was moody. My mom was looking at herself in the mirror while she fixed her dress. I was supposed to be the ring bearer; lucky me.

"Sweetie, it’s ok." my mom said looking at me.

"I didn't say anything." I said not looking at her.

She sighed and went to sit next to me "I know you’re not happy, I can sense it." She said waving her hand in front of my face as though she could sense my power swirling in front of her.

"I'm not angry." I said angrily. Yeah that will convince her.

She chuckled "I know you don't want me and Tom to get married, but he loves you, you like him don't you?"

"Yes."

I had nothing against Tom. He was great; he always looked out for me and took care of me and mom. He took care of the whole pack too, he was the Ulfric. In the two years me and mom spent with the Black Forest Clan a void had been fulfilled. Before when my parents were together things were always unstable. My power caused that, my parents only fought about me and what to do about my ability. We always had to move because of all the incidents my power caused so we were never to attached to a single place. The constant moving made it tough to make friends for any of us. There was other family members we talked to. My mom talked to her brother who would sometimes visit with his kids. My cousins would either ignore me or make fun of me. Only my cousin Phillip was nice to me.

My power didn’t bother him at all he thought it was cool. I never liked my grandparents. My mother’s parents died before I was born, my father’s parents were strict Catholics. They fought with my mother because of her more spiritual beliefs and me of course. They never liked me and they never kept in touch after dad left. We kept in contact with my uncle though he didn’t know mom was a Werewolf now. I had made friends with some of the other kids whose parents were wolves. I was able to go to school to now that Peg the clan Vargamore is helping me learn how to shield.

"Then what’s wrong?" She asked.

I looked at her "I don't know it seems too soon." I said looking away.

"It's been two years sweetie, I’m sorry but we have to move on."

"It's not that it's...I don't know" I said and stood up and she followed.

"I like the pack, I like Tom, I still feel intimidated around him mom and I probably always will I can't help that, but I’m worried that if you marry him then..."

"Then what?"

"That I’ll ruin it some how."

"Sweetie."

"If it wasn't for me, then dad would have never left then I wouldn't have tried to find him, and Tom and you..." I trailed off trying not to remember that night.

I felt her arms wrap around me and she shushed me. "Sweetie we've talked about this, it was unfortunate, but your father made his choice, and what happened, happened, that can't be changed, we've lost much that is true, but think of what we've gained, a family bigger and better then any we've ever had, and a father that understands you and loves you." She said and turned me to face her. "Tom will look after us he always does, and one day you'll use your gift to help others like me and him in ways no one dare dreamed." She kissed my head. "You’re destined for great things, I know you are." She smiled.

It was true. Our lives had never been so good. I was closer to Tom then I ever was with my own father. He played with me, he helped me with home work, he watched TV with me, he did all the things a father should but mine never did. We even went camping. In the two years we were members of this pack I grew to love Tom as the father I should have had.

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I was ten and that was when it all began to fall apart. It was the day my step-father asked me to us my powers for the pack, Tom had taken me aside so we could talk. "Ok kiddo listen, tonight at the lupanar we’re going to have you use your ability." he said.

"What why?" I asked.

"We have a traitor and you can help us find out who."

"What do you mean?"

"Well as you know, the master of the city can call wolfs and for years he's been trying to take us over, but with you we can cancel out his call, with you we can weed out the traitors, with you we can bring our clan to power, you can make us stronger then we have ever been." he said.

"I don't know. This thing in me it's getting stronger every year and I train and train but I’m not sure I can do it."

He put a comforting hand around my shoulder, "Don't worry, your mother and me will be there, plus Peg" Peg was the name of the pack Vargamore, she was a human, slash witch slash psychic. She had been helping me to control my ability, she and her coven had been a tremendous help.

"Don't worry everything will be fine." He smiled.

The master of Pittsburgh was a really old and powerful vampire. Most masters can only call a single animal, others are capable of calling an entire class of animals. The master of Pittsburgh could call all canines. For some years now he had been using his power to bring all the canine shifters under his control. There was a secret war going on with the city of Pittsburgh as the battleground. It had gotten to the point where many of us kids with wolf parents were being yanked out of public school and being home schooled. Luckily we had a few high school teachers and some college professors in the pack so education isn’t a problem.

The grownups tried to keep us kids ignorant about what was happening but we weren’t stupid.

We knew something was wrong. Naturally we wanted to be big kids and help our parents but we were just kids we couldn’t do anything to help…well one of us could do something to help.

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It was night time and the wolf pack had gathered to the lupanar. The Lupanar is a place sacred to a Wolf pack. It is there place of power, there holy ground. And we had gathered because there was a traitor. Pennsylvania had the most wolf packs in any state. The master vamp of this area could call wolfs, and for many years he had been conquering wolf packs and bringing them under his control. The Black Forest clan had fought him off for years, fighting vampires and those packs who had been conquered. They had lasted for years but every year there was losses’ and the master came closer and closer to dominating us. I stood next to my mother and Tom there were now 200 wolfs in the lupanar. There used to be more of us but the war was taking it’s toll on us. Tonight was a special night, eight wolves stood before us, three where ours accused of being traitors, and five wishing to join survivors of another pack who fled when it had been conquered. I was there to find the traitor and check the newbie’s for any signs of deceit.

"We stand here today as a family to rejoice and mourn" Tom said to the assembled wolfs. "To rejoice in welcoming new blood to the pack, and to mourn as one is taken away." The was a round of applause and clapping. "We are also to rejoice for our fellow son will test his power, today he is baptized in the power of the wolf, today marks the first step toward his destiny." there were more applause and howls. I was trying to concentrate on what he was saying but I was distracted by the Munin.

Munin were the spirits of past pack members. When a member of the pack died there memory was preserved usually by devouring the body, icky but true. Munin could be called by the pack for memories or even to use any special abilities if they had any..

I had no idea why the damn things were attracted to me. I had never eaten anyone. I mean I ate burgers but the ghosts of dead cows aren’t flying around me. And I wasn’t a wolf; Peg said the reason why they were attracted to me may have been because my power even attracts the spirits of animals. Munin weren’t spirits per say, they were the memory, a shadow of a person that used to be her. And they creep the hell out of me. They made noise, like whispers, but you never saw where they were, you can’t see a memory after all.

Another theory Peg had was how we make our Munin. Most Packs just eat the bodies then leave them to rot, some bury the bodies, others cremate. Every pack has its own customs and tradition. Peg says the pack in Tennessee hangs the bodies of their dead from their tree. I thought it was morbid as hell but everyone has their own way.

What we did was after the person died the left over parts were cremated and the ashes were poured into the creek that runs through our forest. The two most important things in our clan was the creek and the tree which was centuries old. She thought since the tree itself supposedly absorb the memories as well, making it like a giant storage unit for the Munin. It was forbidden to eat the fruit the tree produced. The legends say if you eat the fruit from the tree of the Black Forest clan all the memories of all the Munin since the beginning of the clan will be yours to have. No one dared eat the fruit, it was hard enough trying to control one Munin, and can you imagine all the Munin the clan ever had in your head?

Peg leaned forward and whispered in my ear "You feel them don't you? The Munin."

She was part Native American, part Portuguese. She wasn’t a Wolf, she was a psychic and a veteran witch with her own coven. Vargamore’s where an old school Werewolf thing and not many other packs still practiced them. You find them around P.A more than anywhere else; us northern packs are all about old school. Pegs coven is mostly made up of former Vargamore’s of the defeated packs. Peg was 23 years my senior but that didn’t stop me from having a crush on her.

"Yes,” I whispered, feeling the damn Munin running around.

"What are they trying to tell you?"

"Warn me."

"Tom is almost done with his speech, just hold on." She knew how much I hate playing medium with the Munin.

"Easy for you to say their clinging to me like white on rice."

"Now then Peg bring him forward and lets find out the traitor." Tom said turning to Peg and me.

I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder and I saw it was my mom, she smiled at me but it was kind of sad. One of her deals with Tom had been I wouldn’t be used for my power till I was old enough to understand but here I was at the age of ten using my powers for pack business. But she and Tom had a serious talk about this, despite times call for despite measures and if we don’t weed out the bad elements we to could be taken over by Nigel and then I would be in more danger then I had ever been in my life. She and Tom had sat down and had a serious talk with me, they let me in on how bad the situation was and I was more than happy to help my family.

Peg took my hand in hers and we stepped forward toward the group "Alright let your shields down just a bit, there you go, now see if you can sense the betrayer." She said.

I closed my eyes and focused my power. I searched the group looking for anything that would point out who I was looking for. The Munin showed me, they circled around a single man like a swarm of angry hornets. We knew there was a traitor because recently one of our pack members had died. We thought the death was suspicious and his Munin revealed there was a traitor in our midst. I could feel the said man. He showed me his memory of him having his throat torn out by someone he considered friend.

I shivered and rubbed my throat at the memory. I raised my hand and pointed a finger at the man

"Him." I said.

The man let out a roar and I felt a rush of power he shifted blasting that strange liquid that shifters spread when they suddenly shift. He leapt at us but before he could even touch us a loud bang sounded throughout the area and the man was left twitching on the ground. I looked and saw James the Bolverk, the Ulfrics evil doer, the one who does the deeds that the Ulfric deems to evil to do himself. He held his gun out pointing it at the man. He was also the Skoll, the number one wolf next to Tom, because that’s how much of a bad ass he is. In the five years with Tom I had warmed up to him but I was still intimidated by him, I did see him maul my mom after all. But James I never warmed up to him, he was as much as a killer today as he was when I first met him. He had never been mean to me, he had always been polite and respectful towards me and had never done anything to hurt me. But my power never let me forget he was a predator. He nodded his head and some men went forward and dragged the wolf before Tom. Tom stared at the man with anger and disgust. "Solomon how could you!?" He demanded.

Solomon just looked at him with hateful eye's "You are a fool, if you were smart you would just give in to Nigel, were out manned and out numbered, soon he will crush you and us for your pride."

"That will never happen, we have a weapon now."

“Weapon? Who said anything about a weapon?

"What a child? You have nothing and soon he will be Niggles." Solomon said spiting blood on the ground. I noticed he was still bleeding, James always carried silver bullets.

"What have you done!?" My mother demanded stepping forward, her fury bit along at my skin.

Solomon grinned "I told the master about your freak son, he was really interested about him, he plans to make him his servant Lupa what will you do when your spawn serves Nigel hmmm? With the child he will force not just the Canine shifters but all the shifters to join his army." He smiled darkly. Or smiled as much as a wolf muzzle could.

My mother struck, she punched him in the face and blood flew. I felt her anger like a heat wave.

Tom put a hand on her shoulder and she calmed a bit. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she buried her face into his neck. Tom nodded to James, and he pulled out his gun and aimed it at Solomon’s head. I looked away and heared the bang and a body slumping.

I felt scared, the vampire knew of me, once again my power brought me nothing but danger. We had always strived to make sure Nigel never learned of me but now he knew and he wanted to make me his servant. I was scared, I wanted him gone, I wanted this stupid war to be over. I felt my mother wrap her hands around me in order to comfort me. I felt various other hands, paws, and snouts touch me in order to comfort me. I must still have my shields down and the wolves felt my desire for comfort. I looked up into my mother’s smiling face "Told you so." I whispered.

"Good news Nigel is dead the plan worked." Tom said giving me a huge hug and I felt a swell of pride. We had defeated the vampire and all was well. William his own son had helped us kill his father, the other shifter groups helped us fight Nigel’s army. William promised not to interfere with us, he would be to bus taking over his father’s kiss to mess with us.

"We can't do this!" I screamed at Tom. He just stared at me with a hard look "This is wrong what we’re doing is wrong, we are playing with peoples’ lives! Were doing the same shit Nigel did."

"This is necessity, we do what we must to survive, that is how it is." He said.

"We’re killing innocent people."

"They are followers of Nigel, they need to be eradicated."

"But a majority of his followers joined us, the rest went back to their own clans!"

"Exactly so they can regroup, don't you see we need to make one clan."

"By manipulating, or killing the others?"

"It must be done."

"What about all the other packs?"

"They helped us with Nigel they are being spared."

"Spared? You’re walking into their Lupanar’s and telling them how to behave and how to act."

"Don’t you understand Jamie, what we have done hasn’t been done in decades. Our pack has thousands of wolves. Do you have any idea what it takes to keep all those wolves under control? If we show the slightest weakness then they will fall on each other."

"Then why not just send them somewhere else?"

"The North has always been full of dozens of clans of Werewolves. If we had been more organized more focused this war wouldn’t need to be fought. Now because of the war it is legal to hunt shifters in P.A. We can’t fight ourselves and the humans. Nigel’s followers could have left things alone, but they saw his vision of a mighty wolf army. Instead of sharing that power, instead of using negotiation, they decide to make a simple democracy into a pointless bloody war. If we don’t stop them, if we don’t kill them then after they get done butchering each other they will come for us. So yes we will kill, manipulate, steal, and if need be torture."

"Maybe I don’t want to be used to kill and torture Tom. Maybe I can’t take hearing stranger’s screams, or using my power to enforce my will on someone Tom. I don’t want to be that., I can’t take this shit! If you want an assassin go to James. Please I’m begging you, stop this now, the pack is larger than it has ever been, let the other Ulfrics fall on one another, they can’t hurt us please find another way." I begged.

"There is no other way, this is our world son, we are not humans we are Luoki, we must be strong for the future, I am your father and your Ulfric you will obey me!”

I sat staring at the piece of paper in my hands. I couldn't do it anymore. Once again my power ruined my life. Too bad I was religious enough to believe suicide was a sin. Not that it mattered.

I stared at the paper, pen in hand as though by staring at it the note would write itself. Tom had gotten what he wanted, all of Nigel’s former shifter servants dead, even though they begged for mercy. All the other packs were subservient to ours. With me using my power to help control the pack and its abnormal size it seemed like everything was ok.

But it wasn’t, I had overheard Mom, Tom, Peg, James, and some of the other Alpha’s talking about expanding our reach. I couldn’t do it anymore.

I had hoped that with the rough wolves dead my family would go back to its usual self but it didn’t.

Something about the war had changed them all and not for the better. I refused to allow my power to be used like this anymore.

The time had come for me to make a change to my life because if I kept on this path I would be beyond redemption. I was still haunted by my victims I won’t have any more blood on my hands.

So my only option?

Runaway, and never look back. Without me using my power to help keep the order Tom’s prediction about the chaos such a large pack would come true, and he would be too busy keeping the peace to find me.

For a while at least. I knew by leaving people would die. He could not let rebellion form so close to his dream. People who questioned his authority would be dealt with. I should probably hate Tom for breaking his promise, I should probably hate mom for failing to protect me, I should hate Peg for not teaching me how to use my power on a good way, I should hate James for being such a cold bastard. But I didn’t. I loved them all they were my family. They were trying to do the right thing for the right reason, but the things they did to do it are what I had issue with.

There was only one person I blamed, myself. If I had never been born with this curse things would be so much better, once again my power ruined my life. I stood there glaring at the paper, my hand tight on the pen, trying to will the words on the sheet. To explain why I was doing this. In the end I could think of only one word.

"Goodbye."
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