Dusk settled as all the pack leaders arrived at a secret location deep in the woods. The sudden summons had caught them off guard. Now, seated in a tense circle, they waited for an explanation.
Five Alpha werewolves were present. Three were respected pack leaders, while the other two were lone Alphas without a pack. Each of them was immensely powerful.
There was Lucian, the Shadow Moon Pack Leader,
Williams, Alpha of the Black Hound Pack,
Victor, the fearsome leader of the Berserker Beast Pack,
and the lone Alphas — Duke and Ruth.
Lucian, who had called the meeting, stood and began to speak.
His voice was grim.
> "The Calamity Blood Pack will arrive at Star Field tonight. They're joining the hunt."
A cold silence fell.
Everyone felt it — the same surge of frustration and dread Lucian had felt when he first heard the news.
> "What?!"
"Fuck!"
"This is going to be a problem…"
The fury among the Alphas was palpable. The Calamity Blood Pack, the so-called "Alpha Pack," always came at the end, trying to dominate and claim glory with their power after others had suffered.
> This is unfair! You cowards want to slap us in the face with your power!
Still, none of them were ready to back down. The prize — the Wolf's Legacy — was too important.
Victor spoke up, jaw clenched.
> "Cowards or not, the Berserker Beast Pack isn't backing down."
Williams nodded, his rage boiling over.
> "After everything? After the blood we've spilled — half my pack gone! And now they expect us to retreat?"
They had underestimated the power of the Primordial Alpha and paid the price. But this night… this night was the final battle. And none of them wanted to walk away.
Lucian looked around at the gathered Alphas. They were united — if only temporarily — by ambition and desperation.
> "We're agreed, then. What about you two?" he asked, turning to Ruth and Duke.
Duke's reply came immediately. The lone wolf's voice was laced with hunger.
> "I can't wait to sink my claws into the Primordial Alpha."
Everyone turned to Ruth. She yawned.
A deep, exaggerated yawn.
> "I'm... not interested."
She stood up without another word.
> "Ruth! It's the Wolf's Legacy we're talking about!" Duke barked, incredulous.
> "So what?" she replied, still bored. "I'm still not interested."
And with that, she vanished into the forest, leaving them all stunned.
---
Unlike the others, Ruth had never been tempted by the Legacy. She had already achieved her goal — to be strong enough to protect herself. Power for power's sake meant nothing to her.
She had even turned down Beta and Omega wolves who wanted her to form a pack. Strength was enough.
> Then why come at all?
The question haunted the Alphas. Lucian especially. He had once begged her to join him for the hunt. Not because she had a pack — but because she didn't need one. In one-on-one combat, not a single Alpha here could match her.
They had hoped her presence at the meeting meant she'd changed her mind.
But reality had struck.
Ruth had simply come to hear the news. Nothing more. Now she was gone.
---
After her departure, the remaining four Alphas finalized their plans and scattered to prepare for the night ahead.
---
Elsewhere, in a quiet house in Star Field, a boy was suiting up in his hunting gear. Bow in hand, phone in the other, Alexander rushed out the door.
Sou!
An arrow zipped past his cheek and struck the door behind him. He jumped, heart pounding.
> "Ray! You almost killed me!"
His best friend Ray, a sharp-minded hunter with a baby face he hated being teased for, laughed from a short distance away.
> "Relax! It's just rubber and plastic. I wouldn't want you dying before you find a girlfriend."
> "At least I'll get one for my looks," Alex shot back. "With your cute face, any girl you get will be dating you out of pity."
Ray groaned.
> "Stop calling me cute! I'm handsome!"
> "Revenge time."
Alex loaded the arrow Ray had shot at him and fired back. Ray didn't move — he knew Alex's aim was trash.
Sou!
The arrow missed and clattered into Mrs. Harper's metal trash can.
Ray burst into laughter.
> "Oh no—RUN!"
They bolted down the street as the furious neighbor burst out the door.
> "Come back here, you little pests!"
> Yeah, right. Stop the joke. Why the hell would I do that?
They ran, laughing breathlessly.
---
Two hours later...
A massive explosion rocked the forest.
Boom!
A single, thunderous howl followed — long and terrible. The air itself seemed to tremble.
Awooooo!
The pressure of the roar blanketed the forest, shaking the strongest and paralyzing the weak. It wasn't just sound. It was power — raw, ancient, terrifying.
The howl carried the weight of a thousand screams, not of victims… but of monsters.
High in a tree, Ruth Greywood crouched silently. Her eyes snapped open, glowing crimson against her will. Even she — a master of control — struggled to stay composed.
> Such a frightening roar...
The hunt had begun.
The Primordial Alpha had awoken.
Ruth's heart thudded, not in fear — but in caution.
Something was different tonight.
That roar... it wasn't just a declaration. It was a warning. A challenge. A promise.
She crouched deeper into the shadows of the tree canopy, her crimson eyes fading back to normal as she forced her instincts into submission.
Far below, creatures began to stir. Not just werewolves — other things. Older things. Forgotten things. The kind of creatures that only wake when power like this bleeds into the world.
Ruth knew then: this wasn't just a hunt anymore.
It was a war.
---
Meanwhile, Lucian stood at the cliff's edge, overlooking the dense darkness of Star Field Forest. His cloak flapped behind him, and his expression was unreadable. He had lived through five alpha generations. He'd fought beside titans. But the roar tonight was unlike anything he had heard in centuries.
He turned to Victor, who stood beside him, silent, battle axe strapped to his back.
> "He's not weakened. Not yet," Lucian said.
> "No," Victor replied, his voice heavy. "He was waiting for us to come."
Lucian clenched his jaw. "We walked into his den willingly."
Behind them, Williams approached, his eyes burning with unfiltered rage. His armor was fresh, but his body still bore the scars from previous hunts.
> "So what now?" he growled. "We call the others and wait till morning?"
Lucian turned slowly. "No. If we wait, he grows stronger. His aura is already warping the forest. If we delay, we fight more than just him."
Victor grunted in agreement.
> "Tonight... we strike."
---
Back in the town, Alexander and Ray had finally caught their breath, panting behind an old barn on the outskirts of Star Field.
> "You hear that?" Ray asked, the laughter gone from his voice.
Alex nodded. "The howl?"
> "Yeah. That wasn't a normal wolf."
Alex felt it too — the weight of it still hanging in the air like mist. It shook something in him. Something old. Something primal.
They looked at each other.
Ray spoke first. "Are we seriously going in there?"
Alex hesitated, but then nodded. "We trained for this. We hunt monsters, don't we?"
> "Yeah, but we never hunted a wolf"
They both stared into the darkness of the forest.
> "Let's go," Alex said finally, gripping his bow tighter.
> "You're crazy," Ray muttered, following right behind.
---
Elsewhere in the forest, a new player entered.
The trees parted, not physically but spiritually, as the Calamity Blood Pack arrived — cloaked in dark red, moving with absolute synchronization.
At their center was Christopher, the Alpha of Alphas. His presence suffocated the air. Even the plants around him withered as his power passed.
His lieutenants — prowled beside him, excited like hounds before a slaughter.
> "They're already moving," An Alpha in his pack said, eyes glowing with anticipation.
> "Let them," Christopher replied. "We'll collect what remains."
> "And the Primordial Alpha?" Chloe asked.
Christopher smiled — cold, sharp, and full of madness.
> "We only need the final blow. Let the others wear him down."
---
Back on the treetops, Ruth remained still, eyes scanning.
Then she heard it — a rustle too soft for most to notice. But not her.
She leapt silently to the next tree and paused.
A heartbeat later, a shadow shifted below — tall, lean, and moving unnaturally fast. It wasn't a werewolf. Nor was it human.
She narrowed her eyes.
> A scout? No... too bold. A trap.
She dropped down silently, landing behind it. Her claws were out before her feet touched the ground.
> "You're not supposed to be here," she said flatly.
The creature turned — a warped fusion of dead man and beast. Its eyes glowed green, corrupted. Its flesh twitched unnaturally.
> "Neither are you," it hissed.
Ruth didn't waste words.
She moved.
A blur.
A slash.
A scream.
It collapsed before it could make a sound.
She stood over it, breathing steady.
> The Primordial Alpha's influence… is spreading already. This hunt isn't just about power anymore.
She glanced toward the heart of the forest. Her eyes flared again.
> It's about survival.