Wolf after wolf, I saw them fall before me, under my own jaws. They called me names, hated me. Some went mad when they looked for my power. It was not like taking the life of my father. I knew what my father did and that just seemed way too easy, to end life. But… Even after taking down the first wolf who came to kill me, it did not feel the same. There was no pride, no reason. I knew there was something wrong, that they were not thinking straight. It wasn’t their fault. The scars went much deeper than the wounds they have given me in battle. They went to my dreams when I saw their faces asking me why. They went to my thoughts every now and then.

This is the very first time my story is shared with another. It is much easier to tell a wolf I don’t know much than telling someone I have known for ages. The right thing to happen would be the contrary, wouldn’t it? Someone you know for ages may gain more of your confidence, right? Well… It is not. Not with me. As years progress, they can only lose my trust. It was like that with the foreseer, my father. The more I knew them, the more I saw how truly rotten their hearts were. The less you know a wolf, the easier it is to trust.

In the end, when I told Dexter the prophecy, I half expected him to kill me right here and now. But instead, his lips twitch into a smirk, humorous. He tells me he did not want my thunder. He wanted my story.

- The wolves kept coming from all around to join my pack. My pack became too big for me to handle. Hundreds of wolves gathered each night at the waterfall to hear from me how many more have joined the pack. I welcomed them with pride and happiness. All they had to do is recognize me as their creator.

It was all easy in the beginning. We had plenty of food and water. We lived by a waterfall! But as it is, being an alpha and the god is not all rainbows. Especially when you are the thundergod - I huffed with my own irony - The food started vanishing much quicker as well as the water. And to make matters worse, I found out that I did not end all of those who wanted to kill me. Some still tried and I had to keep my eyes open at all times as they created chaos in my pack and tried to stab me from behind while I tried to calm things down.

The pack had been split into two and the command of this second pack was given to Gaia. She handled everything well. I did not do much with my new power. I had no time for myself, too busy thinking about the pack… As for the ones who came to kill me… I ordered my warriors to… Torture them… I gave them the choice of staying or leaving. When they left. It was never to return to other pack. Or life.

And how I loved to go back and see the pain in their eyes each time. Some even begged for me to simply kill them. But as it is… Life is not so easy. I could not take their life after all I have been through. They did not know the pain they have been put me into. The anger they managed to… They forced me into all this, and in the end I offered them the choice. I am a merciful lord. They either stayed or were to experience the endless pain, until their body could not take it anymore. It was the only way I found to show them what they were doing to me, what they were doing to themselves.

A sigh left my muzzle, as if all the weight had been lifted from my back once more. Determination flashed into my eyes as I looked into his own right now. It was all the reason I was here. I learned to accept that one day I will have to return to the skies. But I did not want any other to take my life. It is all too confusing. I am not ready to return it seems. I do not want to kill or be killed. So... Through pain perhaps the answer would be found... It makes sense. No cutting throats, no murder... Right?