Spirit Wolf - New Beginning (Book One)

I remember my mom telling me a story about the spirit wolf. A beautiful ethereal creature with the soft dark almost black translucent fur during the New Moon and glowing silver fur during the Full Moon, with gentle yet powerful ocean deep blue eyes. Just looking at him makes you gasp out of breath and bow in respect. His aura was strong enough to intimidate any enemy making them submit without a fight. She always described the wolf as a strong Alpha who would lead us, werewolves, to glory. The Alpha who would always protect us in this twisted world where we are slowly losing our place and where we are being slaughtered like animals. The Alpha, who would unite wolves, those in packs and rogues, and lead us under his leadership. The humans are building their damned cities on an enormous area and with outstanding speed, taking more land than they actually need. Destroying every living creature altogether with each other and killing whatever they want. One day. One day there would be nothing left except the dead land. But before that day came the spirit Alpha wolf would come to our world. The most powerful wolf that ever lived, with the strong would to protect. He would unite our packs and lead us to the new place, a new world where we could live as we were meant to. A place where we could live our lives freely with our wolves. As a kid, I believed those stories my mom created. I desperately wished to be that wolf. I wished that when I reach my sixteenth birthday, I would be a spirit wolf. I would be the most powerful wolf that ever lived and I would protect my people. I would be the one to lead and protect us all, protect our people and lands. I learned the hard way that it was just a story for the kids. I learned the hard way that there was no such thing as the pack’s union. I learned that the rogues won't be able to live in a community with other wolves. I learned that they were just bedtime stories my mom made up to put me to sleep. I learned that the same day when I lost my parents, my lovely mother, and a strong father with half of the pack. I survived only by luck and quick action of my poppa. My father's mind linked him the moment we were under attack. My poppa came to rescue us but it was already late for my mama and bad. I was eleven years old when I learned there are no heroes. There are no saviors unless you become one and you build your own strong pack and train an army instead of warriors. My poppa took me with the rest of our people to his pack. That day I stopped believing in fairy tales and decided to become the strongest wolf that ever lived. I decided to create and lead the biggest pack ever. So, no one would dare to attack or harm my people again. That was fifteen years ago and here I stand now. After my poppa had died, I took over his pack and today we are the most magnificent and strongest pack ever lived. I trained different martial arts myself to protect not just me but also my people in my human form and all my warriors could do the same. In our wolves, we are even more dangerous and deadly. We are a Red Moon pack and every pack around the world knows our name.