Was it a dream? Was it a nightmare? Or, was it worse? It could only be one thing. Everyone knew. All parties involved knew exactly what it was. It was a bad memory. No matter which side you were on, it didn't make a difference. It was all bad. In some type of way, everyone lost something that could never be returned to them. Everyone experienced betrayal and heartache. Everyone experienced something natural. This was life at it fullest. Life has so many downs and curves that it seems to be able to break the most put together of human beings. It changes them, and makes them something they never thought they would ever be. However, in life, even though so many bad things happen that seem to contort the human soul, even eradicate it, one thing is still there. Through the abyss and darkness that twines through it all, there is always one little spark of light. Through all the sadness and tears there will always be happiness somewhere. You just have to fight for it. It seems that because all things start in happiness, when that happiness gets taken away, most people don't expect it to come back. For all the characters in this story, happiness is available, but of course, that's a little too far ahead for some. Let's go back six months ago, before the initial start of the story. The summer year of Lucas Iraha's high school graduation.
Like most kids he was happy to finally call an end to his years as a child. He had plans to enroll in the best school in Hundlé City. He had plans to make the most of his situation which was the same situation of all the citizens of Hundlé. A few years ago, an event caused the city to be sealed off from the rest of the world. Only government officials and supply packages transported by military personnel seemed to find their way off the coast of the cities shoreline. Of course this caused many people to riot and parade outside the walls, but in due time they grew silent and life continued as normal as possible. Some people resorted to suicide. Others murder. Then there was the majority, like Lucas, who decided to live life the best way they could. Lucas having no intent of ever leaving the city in the first place decided to just become part of societies business operation and work a normal job in a cubicle somewhere. Truth be told, he was actually happy with his life. He had his friend by his side and even her family to support him and vice verse. Life was good just as it was.
It is said, when people become the most complacent, that is the time when life decides to wake you up from your dream and introduce you to reality. A reality that no person in their right mind could ever become compelled to just accept. Instead of reality however, he was forced into a nightmare. A nightmare that seemed to not only effect him but those around him.
It was late at night. A night that seemed to last longer than others due to the simple fact that he was forced to work overtime. The usual night shift clerk at the local store that Lucas worked at didn't seem to come on time. After a few hours it seemed he wasn't going to show up at all. He was told he could close the store early so that he could go home which seemed like a reasonable plan. However, being the hard worker he was, he tried to pull the whole night shift all by himself. It had to be around 3AM that he finally realized he was nodding off. It didn't seem like a big deal closing at that time seeing as he was given permission to, the store was vacant of customers, and the morning shift started at 6AM. The only thing he remembered was the mist that filled the dark streets and the moon that laid gently on the buildings. He rode his bike to work but couldn't muster the energy to ride back home. The only sound that could be heard was the clacking of his gears. This had to be the first time in years that he had been out so late. It amazed him how dead the whole town seemed to feel.
Walking along side the road that led up to his house he looked out far to the city area of Hundlé. The lights seemed to never turn off there. It wasn't as if it was a city where people worked late or partied at clubs. No. It seemed more like the lights had to stay on. Even at times when he was in his room he never saw any change to the lights of the city. It seemed his small town on the outskirts of the city was the only place that cut off their lights. It made him wonder what was the difference between the two areas. Later of course he found out it was safety that was at stake.
As he walked up the road he stopped realizing that his shoe was untied. Of course he went down to tie it, but stopped half way. There was a sound in the tree's that connected to the woods next to him. He thought it was strange, seeing as wild life really only consisted of birds and squirrels. It seemed like the maker of the sound was something bigger than any of those things. It stopped as soon as it started. Trying to shrug it off as maybe a fallen branch or a cause of wind he proceeded to tie his shoelace. As he rose up the cracking sound ranged again in his ear, this time followed by a thump. It was much closer than last time. He began to get the feeling that he was being watched. It wasn't a good feeling as he recalled. It was like he was being watched with eyes that could see to the very core of his soul. Still, nothing could be seen in sight. He put his hands back on his bike and continued up the hill path this time with a little more pep in his step and also a little more awake. The sounds seemed to follow him up the path. The more they sounded the more closer they felt. The closer they felt the faster he walked. It came to a point where he was running. Running like a mad man, scared for his life. He didn't even know what he was scared of. It was just noise, but still he ran, trying to make it up the hill as fast as possible. He felt that if he made it to the hill he could somehow maybe be safe. He could free himself from this fear that crawled in his skin.
Once he got to the path he panted, mouth dry from lack of hydration. Oh how he cursed the free fizz drinks and salted chips he got every time he went to work. The good thing was that the sound was gone. He was safe. Putting his head on his arms and resting on his bike he smiled to himself. He really had nothing to be afraid of. Thinking that was probably the most ridiculous thing he could ever do. Of course he wasn't safe. There was still the sound of heavy breathing. One he realized, once his own breaths calmed, weren't his. Slowly looking forward, he saw them. Red eyes. Red eyes that stood higher than him. The eyes themselves being a dead giveaway that they didn't belong to a human, but not only that. No human could possibly be so tall. He could only make out the glow of the eyes through the fog. It was a frightful sight to say the least. To compare it to something, would not do it justice, but if he had to, he would compare it to looking at the gates of hell. Turning around to get on his bike and head down the hill he heard the thumps of movement and they were headed towards him. He rode down the same hill he tried so hard to get up, much faster than he had ever before. He didn't care about the lack of control he felt over his movement. The only thing on his mind was the thumps. They seemed to get closer and closer. With each thump, he felt a piece of his heart breaking. He could've just as easily died from the fear. The last thing he remembers of that night was a roar, louder than any he could have imagined and the collision. It was sharp and quick.
Waking up lying in his bed he rubbed his head wondering if it was just a dream. He wished it was a nightmare. Soon however, he realized it was much more than that. Something that he could never prepare for. That no one could prepare for. It has been 6 months since that night. So much has changed and so much is still changing. This begins not only his story, but everyone's story. The story of the City of Wolves.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Nicholas Anderson slowly rose his tired head introduced to the sound of his younger brothers heart monitor. It had been six months since their older sister attacked both of them and put him in a coma.
"Why couldn't it be me in your place?" He whispered, reaching out to feel his brothers almost lifeless hand.
How many nights had he spent coming to the hospital sitting by his brother waiting for him to wake up. He had lost count of the days. Slowly getting up he headed for the exit of the room. "See you later, little brother."
Exiting the hospital he glared a bit at the traffic that came down the streets. So many people living their lives as he once had, oblivious to all that was around them. He turned his head to the setting sun in the sky and sucked on his teeth before heading down the street. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number to his older sisters phone. It reached the voicemail.
"Hey sis. I'll be home before nightfall, or at least hopefully before the moon comes up. Try not to open the door for no one, not even him. I don't care if he's the center parent or pack leader. Whatever they call it. Just don't open the door for anyone who'll cause us trouble ok. At least not until I get there. Love you. Bye."
Hanging up he walked back to the town area which their family moved to less than a half a year ago.
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On the opposite side of the town area, there lies a place that seems similar to a meadow. To call it such would be an understatement. It had to be the best area in Hundlé city. However not many people went there do to the fact that it was so far off. The building that laid in the middle of the valley looked more like a castle. From the outside, it looked completely vacant, but it did the actual frame no justice. Inside, it was the complete opposite. Their were maids and personnel that waited on the head mistress and her 'Children' hand and foot. It was the least they could do right. It was her that created a safe haven for them to live and never have to worry about hunters or humans. They were able to live under her and live life to the norm. At least as normal as it could get for them.
"Welcome home Mr. Jynx." One of the housemaids bowed to Kai Jynx, the right hand of the den mother.
"Where is the left hand right now?" He asked referring to Yoko Rina, the left hand of the den mother and top diplomat in the hall belonging to Hundlé.
"I'm not sure sir. The Den mother should be in her room though. Maybe you could ask her."
"Fine." Kai nodded. "You may go about your business now."
The housemaid bowed once more and went to the living room.
Kai made his way upstairs and toward a big door. It had to be the biggest door in the building. He knocked three times before entering, a mannerism he was taught.
"Mother." He said as he walked into the room. "I have good news and some bad news. Like always." His voice slurred the last sentence. He knelled down on his knees and bowed his head.
"The bad news first I suppose." He said growling at the thought. "It seems that the hunters are growing in numbers and becoming stronger. However," His lips formed a smirked that wasn't even worthy of the devil, "It seems there are some new pets running about. I've caught sent of some in the far off territory to the east. I wonder, of course i know it wasn't one of us, or even the lesser, but still I wonder who would have changed them. They didn't even raise them. They seem to be raising themselves. Meaning they aren't part of the four packs. Well three now considering that the Chains are broken apart. Still, it doesn't really matter who made them I guess. I think what matters is that we bring them to us. Or let the lesser handle them. Fenrir. The lesser pack known as Fenrir may not treat them so nice as we would, but I think we should use them. At glances they seem weak. However that's all up to you mother. What do you think we should do?"
His red eyes gleamed towards Seraphine Trinyx, the current leader of the pack of Sanctuary. She always kept a poker face about her. Something which he could never copy due to his love of smirking while excited. Still, this woman was his master and his adopted mother. He would do nothing without her consent.
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Inside a old 1980's Mustang Lucas sat in the passenger seat staring at the sun, almost timing the moment it goes down.
"I appreciate the ride but I rather not see you on days when I know its going to be a full moon." He hissed to the driver.
"Awe come on Lui. Lu. What do you liked to be called again? Haha. Man it must be nice to be young and getting paid by a stand up guy like me right?" The man said in reply.
The man being no other than Thomas Groove, a man who seems to know a little bit too much about wolves and how the city really operates. Especially for a human. Even if he is a detective for the city, he had always seemed untrustworthy in some manner. Still, he had helped Lucas get through the hardest time in his 'rebirth'. However, Lucas can't say that he doesn't regret accepting the mans advice.
"Just call me Lucas. I don't consider you my friend." The boy said back.
"I've seen how you treat your friends kid. You might be an alpha but you have to learn better people skills. Get a girlfriend. Go out more."
"Shut up. Just tell me what you showed up at my cram school for."
"I can't just come by to pick you up?"
Lucas didn't reply.
"Here." He said passing Lucas some pictures.
Looking closely he saw a man around his late twenty's. He was smiling in one of them and shaking the hands of the state senetor in another.
"Kyle Runes. He was supposed to be a crowd favorite for the next election. Sure we love our dear miss Yoko, but people need change you know? Anyway. He went missing not to long ago and I want your help finding him."
"Why me?" Lucas asked handing back the pictures. "It can't just be because of my nose."
"You have a good intuition kid. I believe there is some corruption in our government. I also think that it is connected to that outspoken terrorist."
"The one that hides her face."
"The very same. Her voice makes her seem like quite the dame ey?"
Lucas turned away to face the window again without saying a word.
"Well. I think so at least. Anyway, you need to find him. I wouldn't advise trying to rescue him. Just find his location and leave the rest to me. Kay?"
"Sure. Whatever you say boss."
It wasn't long before the car stopped outside the Londe residence. Without saying a word, Lucas took the photos and headed outside of the car.
"Hey kid." Thomas called. "Be careful in the city tonight. Lights don't hide much, and you can't hide much in the light."
Lucas glared at him and nodded slowly before going to the house and entering through the front door.
"I'm home he called. I'm about to head back out in an hour. Don't wait up." He went to the kitchen and began to cook himself something to eat.
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It was dark inside the building. All the lights were of course purposefully turned off. All that could be heard was the humming of a little girl. "Da-da-di-dum. Hey there mister politician man. How do you feel? Hehehe. I'm just waiting on some orders and then we can have dinner. Of course your on the menu. Hehehe." She got uncomfortably close to the mans face. He was muffled but she could tell he was trying to curse at her.
"You don't have to worry. Miss Yun always plays nice."