IT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN.
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People say life is beautiful.
It's magnificent.
But it's also filled with bitterness too.
Life is not always a bed of roses they say, don't think too much about it kid, it will get better with time, they say.
That's a lie.
They tell the others those words to make themselves feel better, their life isn't even great and you are leading them not to think too much about it when you are miserable yourself and don't find any meaning in life.
That's the illusion.
Lies, hate are all over the world, it's getting hard to find love and someone you will want to cherish with all your life these days.
Pretty rough, huh.
I guess people do change a lot. I was the jovial type, young, naive, I took life so easily, watching the sun shine, the fragrance of the flowers seeping through the mansion from the garden.
Maids at my command and everything was provided for me, so I didn't have to work, yet trained my ass off.
Well, I don't think you have gone through the type of life I'm talking about, the Rocky Road which had no destination.
My life was perfect, until my fate decided to change its course.
It then life turned dark and I missed my path a lot and wished I had taken action towards it.
War brings blood.
Now, tell me what would you have done, if you were In my position, would you have taken the path I did, make the same decisions I took and turned things differently.
Or would you have left it to the universe to solve your problems for you?
I would like to know what would have been your path in this story that I'm about to tell, let's begin and travel back to ten years ago.
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"Ohhh, ya,' I sang out loud, dancing, and acting the verse, so mesmerized by the music, playing the song and singing it out loud.
It was my favorite song.
Feeling the vibes kind of my favorite song gives me this badass guy vibe.
I danced while holding my crotch on top of my trousers.
"Close your eyes, it's incredible…" I said out loud, singing to my heart's content, not like I know all of the lyrics though.
I guess my voice will sound horrible since I'm not really listening to it with my headphones switched off.
Yet, I sang just fine.
I was putting on an expensive black designer's shirt, and white trousers and walking in my fluffy black palm slippers.
I'm nearly six feet tall, with dark blue eyes, and have a pointed nose.
My lips were pretty pink.
I had blonde hair which cascaded down to my shoulders and tired into a ponytail.
I was also pretty muscular, toned, white skin and strong abs.
I have this soft expression, people often mistook me for a BTS member, not that I care.
Yet, I'm an Alpha for crying out loud.
I'm twenty years old and my name is Caspian Bardawulf.
I'm from the White Moon Pack, sounds cool right, but not cool.
The song finally ended, and I was about to sit down, take off my headphones, and settle down to eat my favorite delicious pasta mixed with fried turkey.
And also setting it down with my f*****g glass of orange juice in my luxurious dining table with the place all sparkling spotless, the air conditioner switched on and everything was flawless.
Man, life is great when you have nothing to worry about, oh, I do have something to think about.
My Dad.
He wants me to be at the training wolf ground by 4pm for more training and I can't wait to beat up his ass.
That will be an extremely funny sight to see, to show the pack that I'm as strong as ever and not a Daddy's boy.
It was not like I am a Daddy's boy or anything like that.
But the rumors sort of said, I was a bit soft and not fierce like most Alphas.
I don't have to be fierce to prove my worth as my Alpha.
I can be f*****g fierce, brutal or anything if I want to, I don't want someone telling me what to do.
I do stuff when I feel like doing it, you get me, nobody f*****g controls me, oh, sorry except for my father who loves to give instructions but can't even instruct his life.
And my mother, the Luna of the Pack is incredibly gorgeous.
I began eating when I heard an explosion that shook the entire mansion, even my juice spilt, and the glass fell off the table and smashed into pieces.
That was shocking. This is not good.
I got up to go see what was happening outside and went flabbergasted at the sight of wolves inside the clan, they were more than a thousand, ready to fight, kill and their eyes were red like blood.
What was going on here?
I approached one of my bodyguards, who was standing by in his black outfit and black eyeglasses.
"What's up?'
"Your father summons you, My Lord.' He bowed.
"Now?" I asked.
"Yes, My Lord.'
Something must have gone wrong.
I walked past him, going to the meeting's chambers to see what was transpiring and the fact that these wolves seemed brutal standing in front of the clan, ready to attack anytime worried me.
I needed to act, what pack were they from?
What business do they have with our clan to want to destroy it by throwing bombs and slaughtering wolves.
People have their lives here, they have no right to take that away from them.
I could see people shouting, panicking, and running from one place to another and blood was all over the ground.
Dead bodies and organs were being scattered.
What a disgusting and brutal attack, just who were these wolves?
Rogues?
Who was the bastard of this clan and why is no one doing anything?
Where is my father, and the elders of the council who are supposed to be fighting, when the people need them?
Where are they?
I got to the magnificent chamber and roughly opened the curtains to the door, meeting up with the others in the secret room.
My father looked up at me, including the others as well and by their expression, and their scents I could tell this wasn't good and was much worse than I expected.
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