DreamWeaver

As the previous Alpha, Mamoru, walked up to the top of the Eclipsed Cliff, he spotted a colorful wolf that was being embraced by the light around it. "Who are you, and why are you here?" Mamoru questioned, hackles raising as he stared into the blinding white eyes of the other.

"I am one of the DreamWeavers who rest up here. We speak to those in dreams when their time has come to join the immortal wolves. We have yet to contact you, which is why I am here to hault your actions," the male spoke, eyes unblinking and emotion unwavering.

Mamoru huffed, "Yes, I know. I'm sick and tired of my duty as Alpha. I didn't choose this life, nor am I good at it." The DreamWeaver chuckled, "your Clan seems to think otherwise. They look up to you, they trust you. And you choose to abandon them without a word? You think you get the privelege to become on of the Immortal chosen?"

Mamoru shook his head, "I don't need to tell them I'm leaving if I don't care. Previlege or not, I'm joining the immortal wolves."

The colorful wolf snarled, a light-formed spear manifesting in thin air as it drove into Mamoru's chest. It blossomed around the darker wolf, turning into light-made chains, locking the wolf up tight - unable to move. "Fine. You can be immortal under the condition that you are owned by me. You can't go anywhere with out my permission, and your soul is mine. You can sit and watch the destruction of your clan as they realize how much you didn't care about them. You can live an endless life of suffering, for we will always be here to torture you mentally and emotionally."

The nameless DreamWeaver walked down the path back to the ravine the Clan lived in, magic holding Mamoru in air behind him locked in chains, unable to do anything but be dragged down with the DreamWeaver.