here comes a time, in every ruler's life, when wolves begin to doubt. Doubt whether you are fit to rule them, whether you treat them right, whether you were ever a fair alpha. This happened to Storm, by way of False. But his true ambition wasn't just to have someone other than Storm on the throne, rather, to have himself. False cultivated a weak trust with Storm, which wasn't far from the best you could get from the disconnected alpha. Just enough for Storm to lower his impenetrable defenses by but a millimeter. It was enough. False was no idiot, and he used every advantage at paw, for he knew Storm was powerful. The pack, Abbigale in particular was displeased with the oppressive rule of Storm, perfect. False led a rebellion against Storm, banishing him from the pack and seating Abbigale, his easier to manage daughter on the throne. Or so he thought. False began to formulate plans, this time with another individual. The powerful wolf named Amki. The two plotted, each planning to steal the throne from the other. Though False was maliciously clever, he underestimated Storm just a little. Just enough for Storm to come back and expose his plans, for Amki had betrayed him. Amki had told of his plans to Storm, who had understood the unsaid part where False had worked with him, Amki trying to steal the throne while the others were distracted. False fled from Storm and his amassed army, but he would come back, and Abbigale had to be ready.
(Written by my friend, BlizzardOfDeath!)