SHADOW PULL
Thump! Thump! the sound of the drums echoed through the forest, wolves howled in response, branches on treetops swayed from side to side. The moon Goddess smiled upon her children, sounds of paws pounding against the forest grounds from all sides reached the ears of Marcus, a smile formed its way to his lips. It was the full moon a much-awaited one.
For centuries all packs gather together at such a time as this to determine which pack reigned supreme over the rest, the wolves feed off the light the moon provided it was like their personal drug, a source of the life force flowing within them. Loyalties were formed and alliances made, as everyone put aside their grievances to work together for the common good of their species.
Wolves soon began trooping in, walking majestically knowing fully well they were untouchable in their beastly forms as they gathered around the large flame of fire, the drums stopped indicating that all were present. They waited for the command of Marcus, the elder supreme.
He and the rest of the six elders, all dressed in white robes with a mark of a half-moon on their foreheads indicating just who they were and how much power they held. The six elders stood in pairs of three in their human forms on a gigantic platform few steps lower on each side to where Marcus stood tall and proud on the Moon Rock, where the light of the moon was most felt. Marcus stretched forth his hands, all wolves present howled in response, it was the ultimate call no werewolf could resist.
"On a day when the Moon Goddess looks down on us with so much warmth, we gather to pay our respects, show our gratitude, and most importantly, establish ranks. This night is not for the faint of heart, neither is it for the sluggish, it is for those who live by their sweat and blood! Those who would stand for what they believe in, only he who is worthy would emerge victoriously!!
Sounds of bone-cracking filled the air, werewolves gone in their place stood men and women, naked as the day they were born. Marcus had ultimate control and on full moons like this he could command the entire community without saying a word, they all fed off his emotions.
"There is one ultimate rule" He continued with a powerful voice, "To the last wolf standing do all bow!!"
"To the last wolf standing we all bow! To the last wolf standing, we all bow!! Chants filled the air as the drums beat in unison, the winds raved, even the trees affirming that this was the ultimate rule that could not be broken as they swayed from side to side. Omegas cowered in fear as voices thundered through the night, in instances like this one could differentiate a higher ranking pack member from the rest, as they stood strong and proud no wavering, no fear.
seven packs made up the entire werewolf community, and ranks were given according to their strength which was determined by the outcome of the shadow pull, a fight in which the strongest wolf from each pack usually the alpha came forward to defend the integrity of the pack. The strength of the alpha proves just how capable the members of the pack are.
Each alpha stepped forward, onto the arena half the size of a football field surrounded by bars of gold and bronze. Once inside there was no going back, it was a fight to the last. Cheers echoed through the crowd as the much-anticipated fight was about to begin.
Alpha Vernot!!! of the Raindown pack come forth, Marcus bellowed, Alpha Vernot! alpha Vernot!, the screams and cheers from his pack filled the air. They were the seventh in rank but still crucial as they were valued for their ability to gather information even about the smallest things.
Alpha Steven of rockslide pack...Alpha Belhod of frankincense pack, Alpha Ruldoph of Warbreak pack, Alpha Vernof of tornado pack, Alpha Boarhod of the Shark-kill park.
These alphas marched forward the chants of their park prominent egging them on as they hoped to come out on top this full moon, but one thing was on the mind of every alpha present, how to defeat the one man that has held the ultimate rank for over a 100 years, just as his ancestors had.
one pack continuously reigned over the rest their very name brings fear into the minds of other packs, they stood undefeated and has carried on this trait thanks to one man with a strength no one has seen before Alpha Kalista. Silence suddenly descended on the gathering as weaker wolves cowered back and all heads bowed in submission even the glint the eyes of Marcus confirmed who was soon to appear.
"And now, show your submission to the alpha of all alphas, Alpha Kalista of the Blood Born pack!!!! the crowd roared in response, as every pack chanted the name of the ultimate alpha.
