Chapter 1

Bounce's POV

Huge thuds of footsteps were approaching me but I didn't give up running. The footsteps were like that of a big wolf running. The effect was so scary and I continued running but my little feet made it hard for me to run. As I continued to run I knew if I didn't want to get caught I had to hide. I looked around to see where I could hide but all I could see was trees. Then I remembered what my papa told me about the usefulness of a tall tree when I'm in trouble. Papa told me that when I'm in trouble I should climb a very tall tree that doesn't have its branches bent to the ground. Since I was a child I was a good climber. So my hard work paid off and didn't become useful as people thought.

All that was happening was so confusing to my little self. I left my house not so long to visit my grandma. Normally I was too young to roam about in the pack but since my pack was a very peaceful one that even a crawling child won't be in any way hurt. But for me to return, this peaceful pack seemed like it'd been disturbed. I could hear distant scary screams. My heart palpitates in fear of the h known. I could only say a prayer to the moon goddess that things will be well.

My papa was a very peaceful man even with all his power, he wouldn't even allow other packs to war against him. He would try to make peace at all costs and even give them what they wanted. This didn't always go well with my mama because she was trained to go to war. Being mated to my papa she didn't have a choice but to be calm.

My papa's calmness was the reason we were not rich like other packs who love war. Well I as a child loved the peace of our pack. We didn't even fight because fighting was a taboo in our pack.

I could hear the wolf running towards the tree that I climbed. I don't know how true it was that wolves can't climb high trees but I did it anyway. Then I remembered that werewolves have a sensitive smell, so I needed to mask my smell. Even in my confused state I still remembered what papa told me about how to mask my scent with a leaf. I quickly cut a leaf and squeezed out the juice and rubbed it off my body. That was how I did until I was sure that my scent was really masked.

The wolf smelt the tree and ran back to the woods. I sighed when its scent finally left the vicinity. I was too afraid to get down because I didn't even know if he just masked his scent like I did.

After a while, my legs were starting to go really numb and painful. I slowly got down from the tree and with my leg touching the ground, pain was surely inevitable since my leg was trying to get back to normal. I quickly checked my surroundings to make sure the coast was clear. I took to my heels. I needed to warn my papa of this strange happening. I ran as fast as my little leg could carry me but my pace reduced drastically when I saw a body lying on the ground. I moved closer and saw that it was lifeless. I was so scared that my already pounding heart skipped. This was the first time I would see a dead man. Although I'm eight years old and a very pampered one, it was easy for me to know that it is a patrol guard that was laying there lifeless. I didn't know who exactly it was because blood and dirt had covered his face.

I thought that some sort of a beast would have done this so I kept running to go relate all I saw to my papa but the more I ran the more I saw. It was like war had happened in our pack. I was so scared that I cried out for my papa and mama. I ran so hard not minding if I could hurt myself. I didn't even mind if my heart would suddenly jump out. I was too terrified to stop.

Not only were bodies of men lying everywhere, but women, pups too were not exempted. Even buildings were burnt down. It wasn't a war, it was a mass massacre. Even in wars people have to fight back but all I saw was just the bodies that belong to us. I looked at the pack house, although it was still standing but it was stained with blood.

This was the thing my papa has been trying to avoid all these years. I thought in my heart that it would have been done by rogue wolves who were looking for a place for their packs. As I moved closer, I saw a lot of wolves which were not from our pack. I haven't been to other packs so I don't know where they are from and I was still too young to be able to identify a rogue.

Today was the first time that I appreciated that I wasn't a big guy. At age eight, I still looked like a five year old pup and that was very disturbing to mama being that an Alpha breed should have been more built than I was, talk more of a whole lycan Alpha. A normal lycan has the ability to grow three times faster than a normal werewolf stature but I didn't even match up to a normal Alpha wolf. Papa was not disturbed since he was just a normal Alpha wolf but when he was mated to my mama he became a lycan Alpha.

I sneaked into our pack's hall that looked like a throne house . It was then I realised that none of this was the work of a rogue because I know an Alpha when I see one. I saw more than three Alphas standing in the pack's hall.

"Now we should move to the next pack since this is done," one said.

In their conversation I discovered that it wasn't because they had personal grudge with our pack or papa but because they have greed for more wealth and vast land. I wondered why they were doing this. They killed everyone in our pack. That seems not so fair on my papa.

Yes my papa and mama where are they? I scanned the room to see if I would see them, then I saw a figure lying on the floor at a corner. I stealthily moved closer then it became my mama. There were a lot of wounds on her body. Blood was gushing out like it was escaping from the prison.

"No" I cried softly.