Prologue

IT WAS A dark night, darker than most despite the light of the full moon shining in the night's sky. The metallic stench of blood overwhelmed his senses. He stood as a proud, oversized, black wolf in the middle of a field. Dead bodies were scattered around him, some were missing their limbs while others had their guts out of their bodies.

It was a bloody scene, one that would make any human nauseated, but none of those alive or dead were humans. The black wolf became rigid with the sound of the approaching steps. The scent was familiar, he knew who it was already. The druid of his pack, she had come to clean the mess he had created.

"Alpha." Her tone was reprimanding. "What you have done, the curse you placed upon yourself, and your pack shall hunt us all. Everything you hold dear will be torn out of your hands. Your heart shall know no happiness. And only when you lose the thing most precious to you, that your curse will come to an end. Not a day before that."

The druid had known all there was to know about what the alpha had done. He sought power, he thought it was the only way the could become a stronger alpha than his father. With the aid of witches, an entire coven that turned into nothing but mauled dead bodies in a field, they helped him. The alpha had become immortal, the strongest among all alphas, he became immortal. However, all power spells have a price.

The alpha became a slave to the moon. A werewolf who could only turn on full moons. The worst part was that, the curse had extended to his pack members and their descendants.

The druid, a creature that was only a servant of nature, their power specific, and they mostly use them to aid wolf packs. She had been with the Amarok Pack for as long as she could remember. It pained her to see the pack fall. It pained to see the boy she helped raise in so much pain.

She took a few steps closer, her hand hesitantly over the black wolf's head, "I wish I have a way to help you, son. But it is the path you have chosen."

The wolf growled at her, and she only shook her head and turned away. With her back to him, her eyes scanned the carnage before her eyes. She was sure that he had killed the entire coven of witches, however she wondered if it was because he had lost control, or it was pure vengeance that led him to commit mass murder,

The druid looked at the scene once more with saddened eyes, and she knew she could never be able to stay with him anymore. She marked that day as the final one to see Lucien Amarok.