Extinct

Another normal sunny day in Bluemoon pack as the little pups circled the Alpha and his grandmother, waiting to hear another legendary story that their ancestors have left behind to be told the tale.

One among them was a little boy who hated legends and believed in the practicality of life. He believed that the world was only known for the give and take. 

If you cant give, you're a nobody. If you can't take, you're too weak.

The Alpha was intrigued by his sense of thinking at such an age. The world is changing for sure but what could possibly be so hard to once truly believe that the legends were left as a lesson. Why was he different?

"Caleb, come here boy." The Alpha softly called him, extending his hand to him.

"I don't want to." The boy named Caleb declined his offer.

"Why not? Com'on, it'll be fun to hear Grandma's stories." The Alpha tried to pursue but the boy didn't waver.

He sighed, crouching down to his level as the boy hugged his knees and just stared at the grass with the emotions plain as the white cloth, not a speck of dirt or color.

"Why do you always not listen to Grandma's stories?" He asked.

The Alpha got reminded him of his son, who was older than him and not having the peculiarity he had.

"Because they're just a bunch of lies," Caleb replied.

"What do you believe in then?" The Alpha asked but before he could hear his response to it, a voice broke down in the woods loud and clear with the hint of fear and awareness.

"We're under attack!" The patrolling man ran towards the civilized area, informing about the breakdown.

"Grandma, get the pups to the safer house." The Alpha ordered, standing up and alerting the rest of the town while he ordered his men to take upon the rogues who under attacked them.

Grandma quickly collected the pups, rushing towards the packhouse. Except she missed one.

"Caleb, go follow Grandma." The Alpha ordered him.

The little boy was shaken, unable to move his feet, and shutting down on the orders that the Alpha gave him. 

The Alpha shook him to senses, calling his name. "Caleb? Do you hear me? Boy!"

He had his eyes widened, staring at the rogue that had broke in and then slowly but shakingly and hesitantly meeting Alpha's gaze. 

"Listen to me, run in the packhouse, and find August. He'll know where to hide. Understood?" The Alpha asked, waiting for him to respond but he simply stared at him.

The Alpha shook his body with his palms gripping his arms on either side, snapping him from the trance he fell into.

"Do you understand?" The Alpha asked, sternly.

The boy nodded hesitantly, stammering his words, "Y...yes." 

The boy backed away with a little push Alpha gave him before he turned away and jumped on the rogue before shifting entirely into his wolf, white with some black and grey variations.

The rogue snarled, growling at him before he fell into the attack in a one on one with the Alpha. Pure stupidity of him but the rogue wasn't in his rightful mind either.

Caleb ran towards the packhouse, huffing in fear as he saw the rogues have successfully barged inside the boundaries of the pack.

He dodged them, entering inside the packhouse and slamming the door shut but in a second, a black rogue crushed through the window glass, growling. 

Caleb gulped, hastily getting on his feet and rushing towards the staircase but the rogue noticed his presence and lunged towards him.

Caleb tripped over his leg, falling hard on his butt as he started at the rogue growling lowly at him.

A low snarl and he went for to eat him up but a metal tray collided against his blackhead. 

"Com' on!" August shouted, pulling Caleb up and pushed him to the stairs. 

Before August could climb up along with him, the rogue caught the back of his shirt in his teeth and pulled him back roughly.

"Let go of me!" August shouted, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

But what was weird that the rogue didn't bite him or attack, it pleaded. "Save me. The hunters are controlling us. Please save me." 

August frowned, hearing a thud behind the rogue, and came into contact with a man with a dirty messy beard and dirty blonde hair who had a gun in his hand. 

The rogue grunted, blinking his eyes back to the red color and drilling into his head with just one thought.

"Kill the kid." The hunter ordered.

August grabbed the lamp from the side table and smashed it on the rogue face. That gave him the time to escape.

Caleb stood in the hallway clueless, looking for August at the staircase ends. August ran vigorously, pulling Caleb in a swift and opening the door to his room.

"Be quiet," August ordered before escorting him inside the closet and opened a small opening that was the hidden brown wooden plank and squeezed both of them inside.

"Everything will be over. Everything." August chanted to himself.