--Alpha And Omega--
-Fanfiction, Part 1-
-The True Tale-

The pack was broken. Some starved until the last beat of their heart, until the last thought in their mind. Then they were no more. They were another dead body, another carcass, another death counted.

If only the caribou would return, if only the eastern wolves found another territory to vaporize its food chain. The western pack had nothing. They had no food, and shared most of their territory with the east.

That is, until...

A pack, or what some would call a swarm of wolves invaded Winston's territory. The north. They came in huge gangs, teeth bared, claws ready. They showed no mercy, only to kill or be killed. It was either allow passings to an invader, and give away food that wasn't theirs, or die a long, bloody, and painful death. Only the strongest of alphas came, only the ones who were ready to fight.

It scared Winston and his family. Not just them, but the pack. The eastern wolves had more hope, but they would soon learn the hard way. Winston was always very wise and brave. Ever since he was a pup, his father, Daelyn, always told him not to give up on hope. Always think you are the strong one, and you will be one.

Eve was born a devil. She could scare any animal if she wanted to. But she knew her limits with the north; they were very powerful.

Kate was the beauty. She was always sweet and kind to anyone, unless she didn't get what she hoped. It was scary for her; to see her fathers pack die in great numbers from starvation and not try to fight back. There was no possible way it would work. But deep inside, Kate was very strong. She was the best alpha in the pack. That is until the north came.

Lilly was always shy since she was a pup. Every time it snowed, she would lay down in it and hide from everyone, hoping she wouldn't be noticed. She was a little anti-social, a little scared to talk to anyone but her family.

Then there was the soldier. A gleaming wolf whose name was known across the territory: Silver.

Silver was Winston's one and only son. The brilliance, the fantastic, the amazing, the great and powerful Oz. He was very strong, inside and out. He was stealthy, smart, and never was rude. Winston was proud to have a son like Silver, and Eve was jolly about having a badass son with the same snappy-comeback attitude like her.

But still, the pack was broken, the pack was dying slowly. Someone had to fight against the north, someone had to show a little fighting-fitness, someone had to end this, and quick.

But who?

Winston had woken up to a fight outside his den. He was prepared to take any precautions to protect his pack, especially his mate and pups. He had walked outside and stepped close to the edge for a good view. A northern wolf had attacked one of Winston's omegas. Suddenly, Winston was furious. Eve may have been scary at times, but when Winston was mad, no one wanted to be around him. He made his way down towards the hurt omega.

"What the hell happened?" Winston said with anger in his tone, nearly growling.

"A northern alpha attacked Shakey for no reason, sir." Hutch said. He was standing beside Shakey while he rolled on the ground, whining from the pain.

"I-it hurts so much! I didn't do anything.. I swear!" Shakey said, nearly crying. Silver jumped down and tried to comfort his friend, Shakey. It wasn't normal for alphas to befriend omegas, but Silver wanted everyone to be happy and treated equal, just like his dad does,

"I'll help him, you and Winston go ahead and confront the son of a bitch who did this to our pack members." Eve said. She snarled and wanted to kill the suspect. Or just rip off their tail and feed it to them. That always worked.

"Son," Winston said. "Gather all our alphas. A war is coming."

"Yes father." Silver said.

"These northern assholes just crossed a line that surrounds them in a ring of fire... We are going to kill every last one of them if we can. If there are no caribou left, we might as well eat the wolves we kill." Winston said. All of the alphas lined up, ready to defend their pack. Silver and Hutch checked them, made sure they were fighting-fit. Once everyone was ready, they marched together in groups, heading towards the north wolves' stronghold. Through the trees, there lay the north. They were sleeping, most anyway. Winston growled and then let out a long and deep howl.

The western pack sprinted. Attacked. Killed. As soon as the first drop of blood hit the dirt, the northern leader woke up from his sleep.


-END of Part 1-

(((Hello everyone. This is obviously a fanfiction, so if this ruins the original movie for you, then don't read it. I've been working lately, so I won't be publishing these like crazy, but I'll write off and on.

Yes, this is a teaser, this is a lot of action and depression for one part, but trust me, it will get better. I hope you guys like this, comment below if you have any suggestions on my writing, or just give me feedback! Thanks so much!)))