Alphine wasn't sure where he was heading, he just knew he had to get away. His whole life everyone told him that his pessimistic personality would get him into trouble. However in this instance it had saved him. Running through the forest away from his enemies, he thought through his memories. The howls echoeing through the air told him his thoughts were right. They were after him.
Two moons ago, vistors from a newly established pack came into his packs territory. They spoke only of peace, and had welcomed them to a evening feast in their own territory as a show of goodwill. Alphine had told them, warned them, that it was a trap. His pack, his Family didn't believe him.
Blood, howls, yelp, snarls. Everything overloaded Alphines senses, he hadn't wanted to come, but his Alpha forced him. Alphine was right, it was trap, all around packmates slaughtered. They were overpowered by the vast amount of this pack of enemies. They believed the pack to be small, how wrong they were, the pack was large in numbers, trained to kill. So Alphine ran, leading him back to the present moment. He decided then and their he would live, he'd make it to a new pack where his warnings would be believed.
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