The name is Riley Frightkins

Son of Alpha Jack.

The demon slayer.

The red-furred beast.

I go by many names. But from today, I shall be known as Riley Frightkins.

From today, I have sworn to protect my people. To protect my pack and the ending race of werewolves. I still don't understand why only us werewolves are the sacrifices for dragons.

My mind travels aback again to when my father died.

I wish it were all a bad, bad nightmare. I wish to wake up...

"Riley." They have dropped the surname for the time being. Eugene has instructed everyone to call me by my real name. He believed, that I would win the title through my effort. Shall I ever be good enough?

Brushing my long, untamed yet soft raven hair backwards into a man bun, I get to my feet. Oh. I almost forgot the armor with me. Eugene glances at me, sees me struggle while lifting the armor.

"You're meek like a girl." He says. Huh? Did he forget already that I'm the heir of alphas for this pack? My mind couldn't tolerate the disrespect. But deep down, I knew he was intentionally riling me up to beat him back.

"I'll lift it up myself." I argue. His raised eyebrow made me growl from within. I should prove him wrong. I'm not meek like a girl! Slowly, we start walking while I'm struggling to shift my legs and walk in a straight line.

When we reach the training grounds, there are several same aged teenagers like myself. Huh? As their next alpha, I've never seen them upclose. I was rared like a princess, always locked into the tower. Here, the packhouse.

"Your attention!" Eugene bellows. Within seconds, the scattered group of individuals fall into a neat square of thirty. It was pleasing to the eye.

"Riley Frightkins is going to train alongside with you from now. He shall be called alpha once he's achieved the title, by himself. Until then, call him Riley. And treat him of the same level. From here on out, Riley shall stay amongst you and not in the packhouse." The last line makes me whip my head towards him.

No... no...

This can't be happening. I can't live anywhere else than the packhouse of mine. It's my home!

Besides, the many memories of father reside in there. I can't let Eugene do this to me!

Out of the blue, a certain someone was clapping, hiding behind the cadets like a coward. He even begins laughing.

Who is he...?

As his appearance comes into the scene, my eyes almost bulge out of my skull.

My father often used to say, "There is a war hero out there, son. He is Kal, Kal Rogen of the southern seas. Just once in my lifetime, I want to meet that warrior who had slayed over a thousand dragons through the decades and kept our lands safe. He is a rogue, you know."

Kal Rogen...

The immortal werewolf who is over a hundred years old but still looks like he is in his thirties.

This must be a miracle.

"An immortal man and a cursed boy. Is this even real?" Someone from the cadets say. Same here. I can't believe it's true either.

The man walks with power, his arms taped with cloth and outfit similar to the extinct Viking breed. He was wondrous even to look at.

Oh, I feel like I'm a girl now.

"From now, we have thirty one cadets to train. And you shall train, under me." Says Kal.

"Fall in line, boy." His voice speaks to me as he comes to stand beside Eugene.

"I'm leaving them to you. Train them the best they can be." Says Eugene.

Oh how pathetic I must be. I almost forgot about the sad news Eugene just blew me up with and started ogling over Kal Rogen!

I'm really stupid.

Well, the line of six held no place for me as I was the extra. At last, I find my place at the very last.

Behind a girl.

She looks over my shoulder and gives me a harsh glare. I don't even know why I deserve that. Our heads turn back to Kal when he addresses our first set of instructions.

"I'm not going to bore you with stuff. As cadets going to war and protect your own pack, you shall have the courage in you, by yourself." He says. I couldn't agree more.

"Always remember, kindness is the deity of good relationships. Your first task from now, is to become friends with other cadets. You're dismissed." He says, sending us all into frenzy. What just happened? This isn't training.

The girl in front of me raises her hand and I happen to see the muscles around her. Also... she raised it along with the armor...

She's... stronger than me...

"Don't we have physical training, Sire!" She had a throw in her voice.

"This, is your training. We shall meet tomorrow in the grounds again. Better not be late." He says and begins to walk away. I've never, ever seen a man so cool and composed until now. Even Eugene or dad have lost their cool when the eras of fight were as bad as this. Does a rogue really not care about what happens to this world?

I guess so.

While our group was dismissed, I was suddenly curious about this girl. Throwing my armor down, the dust flying up in the air, I approach the girl.

"Hey!" Jeez, she's around my height.

She looks over her shoulder again. There are a couple of girls around her and I believe she's popular among boys too.

She makes me so curious...

"Um... you're really strong for your age. And... gender. May I know your name?" I was trying to be as politely as possible to mix in with normal werewolves.

"Oiko Yelene." Saying that, she begins to walk away. Wow...

I'm really not famous while she, with a weird enough name, has the hearts of people.

Or even mine too...