An Urgent Call {Blayce}

[Elizabeth "Moony" Bertrand]

A woman ran through the civilization. Rushing past strangers and heading north. After watching the news report, apparently there has been four killings within this week, all of them containing a black tuft of fur as evidence. After breaching the outskirts and entering forest, she sheds her human skins for those of a pure white wolf. In her quadrupedal wolf form, she sprints forward and steadily climbs the mountain at the center of her home. From here she can see everything. She phases into her bipedal wolf, werewolf, form and howls to the cloudless summer night. Calling her ally and fellow Alpha, Blayce White. She hopes he hears it and comes quickly. The news report is not good.

The she-wolf identifies herself as Moony, Alphess of Ealaot-Wadass and that the one called Bloodmoon is needed quickly at the top of Mount Aurora; emphasizing that he comes alone. After her long call, Moony sits and waits, panting heavily from her long, strenuous run. She expects that every werewolf in the area heard her, busting her lungs and vocal cords to get the message out and loud. She also thinks her best friend, also one of her kind, is now worried sick. Eagleflight better not come up here! Moony thought in amusement at how her friend would disregard almost the whole message, save "Moony", "Urgent", and "Mount Aurora". As her breathing regulated she heard paws beating the ground not too far away, getting closer until it was climbing the great cliffs that made themselves clear on this mountainside.

[Blayce "Bloodmoon" White]

Stupid loners. Sometimes he just wanted to rip their heads off. How unbelievably inconsiderate of them. And yes, he was referring to them thinking that this land was theirs or something. It was a good thing this year's scouts were some of the best he had ever seen. They were hard-working too. Blayce had been watching them as they were teaching their apprentices all their skills and secrets. It was the first week, so the first couple of days they would be drilling the basics in.

Being an alpha had always been a dream of his, but it was amazingly demanding. He really never knew how much work something like this actually took. It was frustrating, tiring, but still incredible. He was doing what he loved, so of course he enjoyed it.

As he was congratulating the apprentices and the scouts, a howl tore the silence inside the forest and Blayce looked at the sky. He would recognize that howl everywhere. Moony he said to himself, and started a mad sprint to Mt.Aurora. He had changed into his wolf form in mid-air, a trait very few of his pack possessed, and he was now running in his quadrupedal wolf form.

After a few minutes, he had reached Mt. Aurora and shifted into his bipedal form. He was now jumping from rock to rock as he climbed up the mountain and soon afterwards he had reached the top.

There she was, Moony, the alpha of the Ealaot-Wadass. She was an arctic wolf, much like himself but they had a lot of differences. The most notable was the difference in their eyes. While her eyes were kind and caring, his own were terrifying and cruel. Bloodmoon, as he liked to call himself, bowed before Moony, in order to show her his respect. "I came as fast as I could."

[Elizabeth "Moony" Bertrand]

Moony sat in silence listening to the rocks shifting as Bloodmoon tore up them. She sighed as he appeared at last and bowing his respect for her. She bowed in return and then relayed her message. "Bloodmoon. There's something going on and it involves us. Heavily. Four people were killed this week. And all of them had tufts of black fur on the scene. As you may know, my grandfather was the first of our kind due to a mad scientist. I think that mad man is back...and he wants revenge! I'm the only surviving descendant and he may be coming after me..." Moony held back tears, an Alpha couldn't afford to show fear. "I don't know what to do. I'm the sole leader of my pack, he'll find me eventually," she couldn't hold back much longer, and warm droplets rolled down her face, giving the white fur a cheetah-like appearance.

Moony sat in silence, looking down to hide the break in her solid wall that blocked most of her emotions. She prayed to Canis and Aurora in hope that they could somehow stall the black menace until she found out what to do. And she started to plan; Okay, double the scouts, place guards at the cave entrance, assign myself a bodyguard, don't tell Eagleflight, train the warrior apprentices faster, make sure Moonstone has enough herbs... she started to breathe heavily again, huffing more than panting. It came to Moony's attention that she was starting to hyperventilate. She tried to calm herself but failed immensly.

[Blayce "Bloodmoon" White]

It wasn't a secret that Bloodmoon felt most at peace and at home surrounded by his adoring pack. He loved the constant noise and chaotic nature of it all; moments, where he had nothing but his own thoughts for company bored the werewolf and he often found himself brooding over his lack of companionship than setting things in order and making sense of his busy life. Bloodmoon didn’t work well on his own, he needed his pack, and he always had. Most of the time he seemed like the proud, lone wolf that would always make things work. But, deep down he felt insecure.

The alpha wolf of the He-Lush-Ka had always appreciated beauty. He knew a glossy furred, pretty eyed wolf when he saw one. Did he ever pursue them? No. Why? Because that was all those wolves were. There was nothing deeper to them. They were shallow wolves who prided themselves on their sparkling eyes and paid little attention to the finer points of life. It was one big bubble of appearance, appreciation and flirtation. Those wolves were the kind that you flirted with, Moony with her raw and untouched beauty and personality was the kind of wolf one mated and made alphess.

Listening to her words, Bloodmoon's eyes widened. He had heard a few things about that black wolf and most of them weren't that good. He was a major threat, one that could possibly destroy the three packs. After all, those three packs, even though they didn't want to acknowledge it depended on each other to survive.

As he caught a glimpse of her tears, Bloodmoon couldn't help but lower his eyes. He couldn't possibly understand how someone could hurt someone so beautiful as Moony was. He approached her with caution, unsure about what to do. Being tender and understanding wasn't his thing. "Hey..." he whispered, "Nothing and no one's going to hurt you. I won't let them. I promise." he said. His mind was aching at the speed his thoughts were going. He had formed at least three plans in a few seconds.

[Elizabeth "Moony" Bertrand]

Moony sighed and lifted her head as her friend made his promise. "Y-you do?" she said, wanting to make sure Bloodmoon was sincere and he was. "Thank you Bloodmoon! Now, what's going on in that locked-up little brain of yours? I can always tell when you have something in mind," she said, laughing slightly. Bloodmoon always kept himself under lock and key, making it seem that his only emotions were boredome and anger. But, for some reason, Moony saw past his brick wall.

It wasn't uncommon, most things keep themselves hidden, so as not to show weakness to others, a trait most present in wolves and werewoves, even your housepet. Why do you think your goldfish just swims around until he dies when really he has intestinal problems? Moony brushed away the tears and her fur steadily returned to white. She wagged her tail a little bit, sending pebbles to scatter. The resulting pit-pat made her jump. The distant oo-hu of an eagle owl almost made her jump behind Bloodmoon, but she held her ground. Ahh! Now I know why Eagle's afraid of the dark...lucky, she's probably cozy and sleeping wherever the hell she is... Moony thought ruefully.