It had been hours since we left the new cave behind, making our way back to the original den. All this time, my wolf brother—who volunteered to accompany me—kept glancing at me as if I had turned into some kind of celebrity. His eyes held a mix of admiration and confusion, and honestly, I didn't blame him. I didn't fully understand what had happened back there either. The strange blue aura, the glowing red eyes, the silhouette of a powerful wolf spirit… it all felt unreal, even now.
Still, a small part of me felt proud. I had protected my pack. I had done something no ordinary wolf could. And though I didn't understand how or why it happened, I knew something inside me had changed.
Eventually, we arrived back at the original cave. As I was about to enter, a low, warning growl echoed from within. My heart skipped a beat.
From the shadows, Mama Wolf and Papa Wolf stepped out. The moment Papa Wolf saw my glowing red eyes, he paused, his gaze hardening. There was no welcome in his stance. No warmth. Just cold dominance.
He stepped in front of the cave entrance, blocking my path.
Then, he growled again—a deep, commanding growl that vibrated through the ground. I didn't need a translator. I understood him perfectly. That growl said, "There can only be one Alpha in a pack. And in this pack, that Alpha is me. Leave, or fight."
I was stunned. My lips parted to respond in our wolf language, to explain that I hadn't meant to challenge him—but he growled again, sharper this time, cutting me off. That second growl meant, "Silence."
So I stood there, frozen in place, staring into his eyes. I could feel the weight of the entire pack's future in that gaze.
Mama Wolf stepped forward then. Her eyes met mine, and I saw pain flicker in them as they lingered on my red-glowing eyes. But she didn't speak either. Instead, she approached and began licking my face gently, like she used to when I was just a pup. It felt like a farewell. My throat tightened. I wanted to say something—anything—but no words came.
After a long moment, she pulled back and looked at Papa Wolf. He growled once more, this time not at me but at her. I understood that growl too. It meant, "Take the others to the new home. Our pack lives on—without him."
Then, he turned to me and gave a short growl, gesturing for me to follow him.
I hesitated, watching as Mama Wolf and another wolf—one of the younger ones—headed south, toward the new territory we had claimed. It stung to see them leave, to know I wouldn't be part of that life anymore. Still, I turned and followed Papa Wolf north, in the complete opposite direction. With every step, a deeper sorrow weighed down my paws.
We walked in silence.
And walked.
And walked.
For three days, we moved through endless white snow. The landscape was barren, covered in ice and frost. No prey. No animals. No shelter. Just snow. A never-ending sea of cold silence.
At first, I thought Papa Wolf was leading me to my death. That this was some kind of cruel exile. But no—he wasn't trying to kill me. He wasn't even rushing. He moved with purpose, like a teacher guiding a student, like there was a destination that mattered. We didn't hunt. We didn't speak. We simply walked.
Finally, on the third day, a mountain range appeared in the distance.
As we approached, I began to pick up faint scents—wolf scents—but not from our pack. These were older. Ancient, almost. I didn't think much of it. I had grown numb to everything by now.
We climbed into the mountains, and eventually, we reached the entrance of a large cave. But before we entered, something caught my eye.
There, just outside the cave, stood a massive statue of a wolf.
It was pure white, blending in with the snow so well that I had barely noticed it from afar. But now, up close, I could see it clearly. The statue radiated power. It looked like it was made of snow or ice, yet its shape and posture were so lifelike it sent chills down my spine. How could wolves have built this?
Before I could get lost in wonder, Papa Wolf growled again—low and impatient. "Don't stare. Come inside."
I obeyed.
Inside, the cave was unlike anything I had ever seen. The walls shimmered with a bluish glow, as if the entire place were carved from crystal-clear ice. Every sound echoed softly, like whispers of the past.
We walked deeper until we reached a wide, open chamber. A frozen hall.
There, Papa Wolf stopped. He turned to me, and for the first time in a long while, he began to lick me gently, just like Mama Wolf had. I could feel the emotion in his actions. This wasn't dominance or rejection—it was love.
Then, he let out a series of growls—ones filled with meaning. I understood every word.
"You are no longer part of our pack, not because I don't love you, but because you've become an Alpha. And an Alpha must lead. Not follow."
He continued.
"The power you used wasn't magic. It was your bloodline—the ancient strength passed down from our ancestors. But you've only scratched the surface of that power. You are incomplete. If you want to become a true Alpha, you must awaken your full bloodline."
I stood silent, trying to absorb his words.
"To do that, you must go deeper into this cave. At its heart, you will find the spirit of the First Wolf—the White Wolf. He will test you. Teach you. Guide you. Only then will you truly understand who you are."
And with that, Papa Wolf turned and walked away.
I watched him go, his figure slowly fading into the snowy light of the cave's entrance. Alone now, in the heart of this icy cavern, a lump formed in my throat. My pack was gone. My home was gone. But maybe… just maybe… something greater waited ahead.
So I lifted my head to the sky, even though there was no sky here, and let out a long, sorrowful howl.
HOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
The sound echoed through the ice, through my bones, through my very soul.
I was no longer just a wolf.
I am an Alpha Wolf