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Alpha Rush was notorious in the North; known for being tactical, cunning, and deadly. 

He was one of the five Kages.

 The story goes that the Kages were sent down by Athena. She created the 5 Kages of War: Rush, Alpha of War, Kreed, Alpha of Beasts, Arian, Alpha of Battle, Amara, Commander of the Dead, and Violet, Queen of the damned. It was a prophecy passed down through generations, a seer had named them all and claimed that one day all five Kages would need to unite in order to win our second war.

Most called her crazed and confused, even claimed that seers didn't exist. They called her a witch and drowned her with the rest of the witches in Salem. Decades later, and Alpha Rush was born. A man knowing the way of war, a man with the heart of stone, but an excellent fighter. When Alpha Rush rose to Power at the young age of seventeen, the truth could no longer be denied. The Five Kages were real, and only one has been found. Some speculate that his name and power was a mere coincidence, "if he's a Kage where are the others?"

Though some were still skeptics, the royal family was not, they believed the prophecy. They believed another war would come and they believed that Alpha Rush would be one of the ones to stop it. It has been many decades since a seer has been birthed, some claiming that because of our harsh treatment towards Dela, the goddess would not grant us another. We were ungrateful, and for that, we should be punished. If a seer were to be born now, it would be different. Guards would surround them, they'd have the protection of the royal family, all wolves would fall to their feet. A seer was rare, and now said to be the child of the moon goddess.

My feet dragged my body towards the black SUV, not wanting to be awake at such an ungodly hour, but the ride would be long and Alpha Rush is awaiting our arrival. 

Loading our things into the cars was the easy part, the hard part is trying to keep still during our 9 hour ride to the Mountain Ash Pack. I sat in the front with Alpha Samuel in the driver seat, and the boys behind us. I wore my black jeans, combat boots, and dark grey shirt. My feet tapped against the rubber mat of the car, following the beat of the music playing from the radio. The song was low but loud enough to keep me entertained. Though the chatter of my pack mates drowned out the 80's rock Alpha Samuel put on. They talked of how they would have a selection of women throwing themselves at their feet, simply for being a part of the Blackrain Pack. It was amusing to see how excited they were to find the companionship of a female.

Most of the men in my pack would go to bars and sleep around with any human crossing their path when on a mission. Though, it was rare when a woman would lie down with one of them. Humans instinctively fear us. Something churns in their guts, warning them of a predator. Now, many mutts would willingly throw themselves at a known warrior. It's not uncommon for a she wolf to seek out a powerful companion.

Even with all the talk of sex, no one spoke of finding a mate. Mates were not common for us; our job was to protect our kind and be willing to die in order to protect another wolf. A mate would make that difficult. We were meant to be disposable, that's why we were created. We all accepted that fact at a young age.