No one has seen his face, but everyone has heard about him.

Everyone fears his name because wherever his name is called, the result is absolute and complete destruction.

He is known to wipe out an entire pack within a few minutes and never ever there has been a survivor.

They say he attacks Alphas, others say he hates rogues but no one knows who will be his next target.

They say the sky gets covered by black clouds and thunders strikes the ground at the place where he attacks.

The werewolf council declared him the most wanted wolf in the world, with the order of kill at sight

If only they could get him in sight

With the sight of eagle, speed of lightning and roar of thunder ,
he was the most powerful wolf ever known to exist. 


He was the THUNDER WOLF.

Or should I say she?

Thunder wolf

I was going down the road not knowing where it went 


My mind was preoccupied with thinking where she was. 


My wolf was in pain since the second Ezra bid her farewell to me. 


Her last words being how much she loved me. 


I was a fool to not realise who she was. 


She was always there but I was to blind to see it. 


We attacked her happy world and destroyed her world first 


We became monsters in greed of power and position. 


I still remember that day I first met her 


I did save her that day but that was the only good I did in my entire being. 


I took away her everything and accused her of destroying me when in fact I was the destroyer. 


How each and every minute was a struggle for her 


My knuckles turned white because of the strong grip I was having on the steering. 


First meeting