Chase’s POV
The first thing I saw, when I opened my eyes, was a bright sunlight that penetrated through the tent. I squinted as it was hurting my eyes.
It’s been 4 days since I last saw my son. In the course of the search, I fell ill and had sores over my body. It took a while to heal and I felt useless, just lying down there.
It was already morning. It meant I slept through the night. I flexed my muscles and held my breath. I waited for the pain to come but it didn’t. I was glad. I found out that I could sit up. I walked around the empty tent. Angus must have taken the men on another search
As I lay back, I noticed that my wounds were now getting healed. I caressed them. They were drying up. I sat up. Looking around. Memories filtered through my head. One stuck longer. It was with an uncle. A distant relative. He was the only who believed I didn’t kill my parents
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“Chase, your coronation will be coming up soon, what plans to you have for the werewolf kingdom?” The Alpha of the Drix pack, uncle scar asked me. I smiled at him. He and I seemed to be the only one who thought alike. He took me like a son. He even got backlash for supporting me and allowing me into his pack, for the meanwhile.
Well I was the next in line in my pack for the throne but nobody knew, not even his wife, I call mother.
In the werewolf kingdom, since the last century, it had been more of an omen to show who the next in line would be, because of what normally happened then. On a Certain occasion, the next in line for the throne of the Alpha of the Alphas was brutally murdered by his brother. He was jealous that his father would choose his younger brother over him. The Alpha of the Alpha was not chosen by hierarchy, rather by strength and good Leadership qualities. On another occasion, an heir to the Alpha of the Alpha thrones was kidnapped and burned alive by the Rogue community, who was headed by the Luna. She was angry at that her favorite son was not chosen as the Alpha. So with all these happening, no one knew who would be the next in line. All they knew was the coronation date. It was on the 6 month after the 2nd full moon.
“Dad, all my plans had been to unite all packs” I replied.
“Hmmm he paused a bit_ that indeed is good. You have a good motive but you need a plan to combat this. The werewolf kingdom is swarming with werewolves who had rogues, due to one reason or the other” he said.
“Dad may I ask a question?” I began and he nodded his reply. “Wolves that are now rogues, were they once in a pack?” I asked.
“Yes they were. It was either they had a fall out with their Alpha or they were Omegas who their packs truly hated.” He sighed deeply. “Son…there are myriads of reasons why wolves turn to rogues…and you say, you want to unite us all?” he asked as he gave that look. Like he was indirectly questioning if, I had my head okay.
“Yes dad” I said as I gritted my teeth in a quiet anger. Even my own father did not believe in my plans. I had shared my ideas for the throne with my best friend, Andre. He applauded it but I knew deep down that he was just saying that because I was his friend. He too did not understand, so he thought it was a seemingly impossible feat to achieve. My plan was to come down from my high place and mingle with the rogues. I had to enter in their community, understand what makes them tick and use that knowledge to unite the people. I would make friends with lots of them and when the time came, when I would be made an Alpha, I’ll then make them a pack or trace them back to their old pack.
I had a meeting with my best friend Andre, as the only one who knew, my true identity.
“Bro so what’s the plan?” Andre asked when we meet at the field.
“Okay. See I’ll be gone for a month, I will blend into the rouges and live amongst them.” I said.
“That’s okay. You have to be careful. I hear they are brutal in their dealings” Andre said.
“Yeah I know too. Now you have to promise me something.”
“What?”
“Now on no account will you tell a soul where I am, you know my parents won’t look for me because they think I went on some expedition” I finished and he nodded. On that day I bade him goodbye and I left.
Knowing the Rouges made me aware of different people in the werewolf kingdom. We fought and trained ourselves. They took my like their own. Somehow I had never felt welcomed in place like that. The one thing I loved about the Rouges was that, they always had each other’s back. No matter what.
My stay was gradually coming to an end as I thought of how, I would say goodbye. A match was fixed on a one day. When the fight began, I noticed two Rouges give me weird looks. They had been staring at me that, I suddenly became uneasy. A thought crept to my mind. Did they now know of my true identity or what?
I wasn’t the one fighting so I didn’t worry. Then the fight started. I took my thoughts out of it and began watching the fight. Knowing the kind of person I was I didn’t take my eyes off them. They went shaking looks but they had their eyes on me.
It was at that point that I knew I was the Target. They finally got to where I was and picked a fight with a guy standing beside me. Immediately I saw them with a knife.
Then one whispered into my ear.
“Hey Alpha” and he tried stabbing me but he missed and I began running but they caught up with me and we began fighting.