Dusk cloaked the Star Field forest, shadows crawling across twisted trees like ancient secrets come alive. In a hidden glade deep within the woods, five Alpha werewolves gathered, their presence warping the air with tension and unspoken rivalry.
Three were leaders of feared packs:
Lucian, silver-eyed tactician of the Shadow Moon Pack
Williams, grim and loyal Alpha of the Black Hound Pack
Victor, a mountain of fury from the Berserker Beast Pack
The other two were lone wolves:
Duke, called the Alpha Beast, infamous for slaughtering his own pack in a bid for power
And Ruth Greywood, the most enigmatic of them all—stronger than any present, yet bound to no one
Each radiated power, but none dared drop their guard. Even in uneasy alliance, they were still predators.
Lucian stepped forward. His tone was ironclad, his eyes hard as frost.
> "The Calamity Blood Pack joins the hunt tonight. They're coming for the Primordial Alpha—and the Wolf's Legacy."
The air snapped taut. Fury erupted.
> "What?!" Victor's growl thundered, his broad shoulders tensing.
"Those fucking cowards!" Williams spat. "They let us bleed for weeks, and now they swoop in to claim the prize?"
"This changes everything," Duke muttered, golden eyes flicking between them.
Everyone knew what it meant.
The Calamity Blood Pack—an elite, brutal force that had avoided all prior battles—now emerged to steal the glory. The Primordial Alpha, a werewolf born over a millennium ago, was near-impossible to kill. Countless had died trying. The Alphas here had fought, bled, and lost warriors in the effort to weaken it. Now, the Calamity Blood Pack wanted to pick the bones.
Victor clenched his fists.
> "The Berserker Beasts don't bow to carrion. We finish this."
Williams's eyes blazed, voice bitter.
> "Half my pack is gone. We earned the right to face that beast. I'll die before I let them steal our kill."
Despite grudges and mistrust, ambition linked them. The Wolf's Legacy—a relic whispered to grant unimaginable strength—was the ultimate reward. Every Alpha in the forest tonight hunted not just for survival, but for supremacy.
Lucian turned toward the two lone wolves.
> "And you?"
Duke bared his teeth in a grin that didn't reach his eyes.
> "I'm itching to rip the Primordial Alpha apart."
All eyes shifted to Ruth.
She leaned against a tree, arms folded, gaze distant. Her crimson eyes reflected no hunger, no thrill—only disinterest.
> "Ruth?" Duke prompted with a sneer.
She yawned, long and slow.
> "I'm... not interested."
A silence deeper than before settled.
> "It's the Wolf's Legacy!" Duke snapped, incredulous.
> "So what?" she replied, brushing invisible dust from her jacket. She turned and walked away without another glance.
> "Still not interested."
And just like that, she was gone—vanishing into the trees like mist under moonlight.
The Alphas stared, dumbfounded. Ruth's refusal echoed louder than any howl. Lucian's jaw tightened. He had once sought her out personally, hoping her unmatched strength might tip the battle in his favor. She had refused then—and now again. Many suspected she played the long game, waiting for the right moment. But others knew better. Ruth had already achieved her goal.
She didn't crave domination. She craved peace.
Ruth had no pack not because she couldn't form one, but because she chose not to. Many Beta and Omega wolves had begged to follow her. She declined. Her power was for her own survival—nothing more.
Tonight, she only came to hear the news firsthand. Now that she had, she was done.
> Then why come at all? the question burned through Lucian's thoughts.
Whatever the reason, Ruth had made her stand.
The remaining four Alphas shared curt nods. Plans had to be made. Tonight, alliances would be forgotten. Tonight, the hunt would end in blood.
---
Elsewhere, on the outskirts of Star Field...
A teen zipped up his worn hunting jacket and grabbed his bow. Alexander, lithe and wide-eyed with nervous energy, slammed the door shut behind him, fumbling with his phone.
Sou!
A plastic arrow zipped past his cheek, striking the wooden door with a soft thunk. He flinched and spun around.
> "Ray, what the hell?! You nearly killed me!"
Ray—his best friend—stood a few meters away, holding a toy bow. He had deep brown skin, a sharp jawline, and a baby face he hated being teased for.
> "Relax, it's rubber. You think I want you dying before you get a girlfriend?"
Alexander snorted.
> "With your face? Any girl you get will date you out of pity."
> "Hey!" Ray whined. "Stop calling me cute. I'm handsome. Rugged. Dangerous."
> "Sure. Now, revenge."
Alexander snatched the arrow, nocked it, and aimed. Ray didn't move. He already knew Alex's aim was garbage.
Sou!
The arrow went wide and clanged off Mrs. Harper's metal trash bin. A moment later—
> "YOU LITTLE PESTS!"
Mrs. Harper burst out, brandishing a broom.
> "Oh no—RUN!"
The boys took off, laughing breathlessly as they fled the warpath of their grumpy neighbor.
> Come back? Yeah right. I'd rather wrestle a werewolf.
---
Hours passed. The moon rose full and merciless.
Then it happened.
BOOM!
An earth-shattering explosion echoed from deep within the forest. Trees trembled. Birds scattered into the sky in screeching terror.
Then—
Awooooo!
A howl rose—no, tore—through the night. It was deafening, ancient, and absolute. A wave of power followed, thick and suffocating. It crushed air and bent will.
Every Alpha felt it. Even the strongest staggered under its weight. The weak would fall to their knees. It wasn't just a sound—it was the cry of something older than time.
It felt like every soul the beast had devoured cried out in chorus—evil, corrupted souls shrieking from its depths.
High atop a blackened tree branch, Ruth crouched motionless.
The sound pierced her like a dagger.
Her eyes flared—crimson glowing in the dark—triggered against her will. Normally, even under the full moon, she could control the change. But this… this was different.
>
"Such a terrifying roar…" she whispered, fighting back the shift.
Even she was shaken. That howl didn't belong to a creature. It belonged to a force of nature.
Far in the distance, other howls answered—lesser Alphas rallying to battle. Packs mobilized. Blood would spill.
Ruth exhaled slowly, steadying her heartbeat.
> It has begun.
The final hunt.
The Primordial Alpha was awake.