Duke Raven: The Alpha's Weak Son

It took several minutes of driving before our truck turned left into a rocky road heading towards a forest. I eagerly wanted to ask why we are here but I cannot bring myself to. When I had a couple of glances at my father, that was when he spoke, maybe noticing it. “We’re going to the camp I built when I was younger.” He simply told me.A camp he built when he was younger? I tried to remember my mother’s bedtime stories and I don’t recall her mentioning a camp once. But what is a camp by the way? Is it a house?After asking several questions like that inside my head, I suddenly remembered one story that Lucas- our neighbour- told me last summer break. He once boasted to me that he and his father often go to the mountains to camp whenever it’s his birthday or celebrate yearly occasions.[Wait! Didn’t Lucas also mention that camping is fun? That his father and he bonded during it?]An idea lit up inside my head. And then I turned to my father in genuine surprise. Father is trying to bon

I hopped out of our truck when we reached home. Today’s training is hard as usual, but the last sparring I had with Father was better. I managed to scratch his cheeks after all.It may be only just a scratch but I considered it a successful blow. I am so happy about it that I wanted to tell my brothers immediately.The house was silent similar to the other day. But unlike last time, I did not panic at all. Mother must have gone somewhere with the twins again. When I entered our house using the kitchen backdoor, I went straight to our living room where the stairs upstairs are at. But my steps were halted upon seeing Mother, on the floor, and unconscious.“Mother!!” I called out in worry.Things then happened so fast after. In just a short period, our house was filled with people I once saw the faces before. And Mother… she was finally awoken earlier but went back to sleep again.I wanted to know what was happening, but our aunt Selib won’t let us. She said that Father ordered her to k

“What is happening here?!”Lucky for me, a teacher’s voice suddenly echoed so Grey was able to regain his composure and his claws retracted.When the teacher came over, she turned her eyes on me and Grey’s group. “Are you two fighting?” She asked us. Grey quickly denied it. “No, Mrs. Campbell. We are just welcoming Duke back, that is all.” He lied.Mrs. Campbell turned to me to confirm it and I just nodded. “All right.” She said. But seemed to be not that convinced so he let Grey and his cousins go ahead and made me stay with her after.“Are you getting picked on by Greyson and his cousins, Duke?” Mrs. Campbell then asked me closely. I wanted to tell her that I am but I know that it will only bring me more trouble so I chose to zip my mouth.“No, Ma’am.” I answered her. After eyeing me closely for a while, she then sighed and told me to come together with her. She was my homeroom teacher for this school year, it turns out.--After eating lunch with my siblings, who are also now stud

Third Person’s Viewpoint   Crimson Hunt. An annual hunting event to celebrate the foundation of the Blood Moon Pack. It is also a celebration of the Blood Moon Goddess’s bestowed blessings, whom the pack took the name from. But aside from those aforementioned reasons, Crimson Hunt is also an event for maintaining the nature of werewolves: Hunting. Hundreds of years ago, werewolves feasted on humans and animals to survive. But due to the changes in the world, werewolves, who have now integrated into modern life, had already stopped this way of survival. They’ve learned to work to earn money, use the earned money to buy meat, and then cook the meat for food. Eventually, the integration into human society was a huge success. However, as a result, their ancestor’s way of living had slowly been forgotten. As such, in order to not forget their nature and their culture, this annual hunting event is comme

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked. ““W-who are you, Mister?” Nye-nye. Are you kidding me pup? You already know who I am.” He told me, even copying my cracked voice just to spite me. “Isn’t that why you’re already in a fighting stance?” He’s right. Being unguarded around a rogue would cost me my life. I need to be ready to fight back if I want to live. “I… I belong to the Blood Moon Pack, Mister. You will only regret this.”