The arrival of the other packs led to happy cheers and curious glances,as they came in with their majestic entourage, the first pack in line was the Red moon pack, Gordon and his son Ivory stared down at us as if we were unworthy to grace their presence,his wife Nyla clinged to his side like a devoted shadow while she smiled at the gathered crowd,I watched as Ivory puffed his barely developing muscles,I couldn't help roll my eyes as the girls around me ogled him with dreamy eyes, The red moon pack had a certain history with the the blood moon which was a rare celestial occurrence, the blood moon appears once every hundred years, Alpha Gordon was born on a blood moon,on each blood moon, the red moon pack reach their ultimate strength,the abilities becomes heightened by three fold,it was even speculated that Red moon pack could even endure the impact of silver on a blood moon though that has never been proven, on each blood moon Gordon's eyes glowed a deep shade of crimson red,then red moon pack becomes beastial and feral consumed by blood lust, it was best to avoid members of the Red moon pack on a blood moon as their was no telling what they could since they had no control of their actions.
Next was the shadow pack,the most mysterious pack of all,they had settled far off in the high mountains living a secluded life only interacting with members from other pack during the mating match, Kante the Alpha of the shadow pack was a roguish looking who took pride in showing off his scars as each told of his conquest,he seemed to be the dangerous lethal type never having a smile on his face and I made a mental note to stay away from him throughout the evening.
A cocoa skinned woman in the softest silk slides off her ride with such grace and elegance, Natalie the Luna of the Ember pack scanned the crowd as she stood tall like the queen she was,next to her was my arch nemesis Rose partly because she was hell bent on winning Klaus over, she had engaged in all manner of theatrics from puckering her lips which she thought was cute to whipping her hair whenever Klaus was near, with such force that I thought she would break her neck bones,right now I was fuming within me as she raised her waved her hands to the crowd seriously did she think this was a runway show but of course I wasn't surprised,trust Rose to make everything about her self.
The last pack was the warrior pack, which had a close boundary with Riverdale, our both packs had established trade relations to help further foster the alliance, The warrior pack even though they were the least populated were the most formidable, their skills made up for what they lacked in numbers, their pack consisted of really strong fighters which no other pack could rival in combat.
At once the source of commotion died down, conversations tapered into hushed whispers, an unspoken understanding that a figure of supreme power had arrived. There was only person whose presence could trigger such a reaction my father Alexander Tragon, with a mere glance he could command attention and silence a crowd, his eyes were a deep shade azure which seemed to hold a captivating allure, captivating others and drawing them under his sway. They were sharp and discerning, analyzing the world around with precision and insight.
His coat was a glistening tapestry of earth tones and deep russet which spoke of his regal lineage and unmatched prowess, dark hair streaked with hints of grey added a touch of wisdom and maturity to his formidable persona,he was certainly not one to be trifled with.
It wasn't just his physical attributes which set him apart,it was the way he carried himself and interacted with others,his unwavering confidence that seemed to bother on arrogance he possessed an unshakeable belief in his decision and abilities and this conviction radiated off from him like a force field creating an aura of trust and dependence.
He walked on with Estella not far behind him eager to usher in the guests while they stalked towards him exchanging pleasantries
" It is with great joy I announce this'' he paused his gaze unwavering as he scrutinized the crowd. The sound of his voice had a rich sonorous tone whether he spoke softly or raised,each word carried weight leaving an indelible impression on those who had the privilege of hearing it out.
"I welcome our guests who have traveled from far and wide in search of their destined mates,In commencement of the feast I invite you all to partake of a meal, drink , be merry and then join me for a night of music and dance" and at once everybody cheered and stamped their feet in cause of the celebration.
Originally there were only one united pack which was named Mirdia before it's was splitted up during the great rift leading to the formation of the five current packs today, the great rift was caused by one man Logan the brute, it felt like a taboo to even say his name out loud because people refrained from doing so,when Selene created us werewolves she had blessed us with enhanced abilities more than we could comprehend,we could move so fast like the speed of lighting and had possessed incredible super strength,we could easily rip our enemies to shreds,our sharpened senses allowed us to hear the pumping of a heart beat from miles away but Logan wanted more,he coveted the divine power of the goddesses, believing himself worthy to possess such power, determined to achieve his cause Logan sojourned into the wlyd lands searching for anything or anyone who could grant him that which he seeked the most, everyone thought him to be a mad man for wanting something so sacrilegious,he was warned of the dangers of such unchecked ambition but the lure of godhood beckoned to Logan promising limitless potential and boundless glory.
For weeks Logan wandered around,his throat was parched from thirst,his strength weaned,his legs were weak unable to carry on anyway longer he stumbled to the ground,he had almost giving up until he met a cloaked figure whose features was hidden in a drabe blocking his path, I was however convinced that whatever Logan met on his way was a demon, the demon knowing how desperate Logan was for it could see the desires of men,tricked Logan into pledging to the black arts and in return would grant his deepest wishes, unbeknownst to Logan he had offered his soul on a platter of gold, Logan's return came as a shock to everyone for no one believed he would make it back for the wylds lands was the heart of where the deviants resided but the Logan that came back wasn't the same any more,day by day Logan was slowly losing himself to the black arts, the man who was once there was no more instead something sinister and dark had taken control of his body and will, when the elders found out he had used the black arts,a decision was made and it was decided that Logan should be banished.
This action provoked Logan and he filled with the power of the black arts, killed and defeated all twenty four of the strongest elders, terror seized the lands as Logan began raiding the pack,he made himself Alpha and all who opposed to his rule were where slain by his sword, he was unconquerable,many families fled for fear of their lives, leaving to settle elsewhere, Logan began to recruit some followers luring they with false promises of power beyond their wildest dreams and immortal youth, these minions were willing to do anything to prove their loyalty to him.
The mayhem pleased Circe greatly to watch Selene's majestic creatures tear each other apart in a time where they should be united but Selene grew disheartened watching her children's blood been slain, in order to stop Logan Selene searched for one worthy of being a vessel through which she could channel her divine powers but was despounded when she found no one.
As the black arts consumed Logan,his appearance began to take the form of Apophis's deviants, his eyes were reminiscent of the darkness that dwelled within him,his skin became jagged and rough turning into scales he was so grotesque that he looked like he had sprung from the flaming pits of hell.
Hope had long been lost until the birth of the child Nexus changed everything,he was a child worthy to be a conduit for Selene's divine powers, but he was just a baby at that time, for sixteen years Logan reigned terror in lands and for sixteen years Selene watched over Nexus, guiding him until he was prepared to take on Logan.
The battle between Nexus and Logan was one we won't forget in a hurry, it was recorded in the history books as one of the greatest battles of all times. On the anticipated day Logan stood on the opposing side wielding an obsidian staff crackling with malevolent intense, flickering his wrists forward Logan conjured shadowy tendrils but Nexus anticipating his move wove a counterattack as he summoned the elemental runes an orb of enthreal blue glow materialized from his hand threatening to disperse the shadows.
Outraged Logan retaliated with a torrent of dark flames that consumed everything in its part but Nexus unfazed invoked a wall of shimmering mana that repelled the fire holding it at bay. The earth beneath them trembled as both tapped into the sources of their raw power,sensing the need for a more potent offensive Logan whispered ancient incantations drawing upon the essence of the black arts forming a torrent of shockwave blasting in towards Nexus but Nexus moving with speed and agility was able to deflect the attack just in time.
The battle raged on, the forest trembled as clash of powers caused trees to splinter and rocks to shatter lightning crackled through the sky and thunder boomed in response to their duel, Logan harnessing the power from the abysses summoned the darkness within and it coalesced it into wicked crawl like appendages that snaked towards Nexus, sparks of energy sizzled at Nexus fingertips forming a swirling cyclone that encircled his adversary,the tempest grew in intensity, buffeting Logan from all directions, stripping away his defenses and cutting through the darkness.
With a triumphant cry, Nexus released his power and the cyclone erupted in a explosion, consuming Logan till there was nothing left of his remains, The battlefield fell silent but his joy was only short-lived. Nexus could feel the boundaries of his mortal existence strain against the godly energy coursing through him. The essence of the divine was too immense, too potent for his mortal frame to bear and such was the price for such ultimate power for no one could wield the divine power of the goddess with a battle roar Nexus gave up his last breath.
The legend of the child Nexus had been told from generation to generation never to be forgotten, his statue was erected in the lampshade and there was even a special day celebrated in his honour for he was a force to be reckoned with and his sacrifice had saved us all.
I stared up at the stormy sky as hues of deep indigo and velvety purple created a mesmerizing tapestry that stretched as far as the eye could see. The dense forest was abruptly engulfed in a luminous light as the full moon rose, an indication that the mating was about to begin.