Glorall
Disaster has struck! |
THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL
Elohim |
Luk
(Three) (No Imprint) (No Mate) (Glorall) |
The sun was just starting to sink into the waves when Luk crossed the pack boarders. He didn’t stop until he was sure that he was safe deep within the ocean pack. Clutched tightly in his mouth was a small clump of white fur and huge smile was spread across his face. He had done it! Eden had given him a mission and he had returned victorious. It was hard to keep the excitement from taking over, hard to stop himself from prancing proudly over the salt covered land. He forgot for a moment that he was trying to become an assassin and they didn’t act like that. For now, he was just happy that he had come home as a victor. There were no wolves waiting to cheer his name, no one really knew he had gone to do this task. But that didn’t matter. Luk had never been one to covet glory or attention. What he really wanted to do was make someone proud. Zeteri was gone so she was out and the child had nothing but contempt for his father. So Eden was his next choice. Ever since he was a child, he had been fascinated with the alpha. He was so cool and strong and independent. Some might say he had a puppy crush on the older wolf and perhaps they were right. It didn’t matter to him. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get there one day. Finally, Luk came to a small clearing in the center of the pack lands. Once there, he placed the fuzz ball at his paws and lifted his muzzle as he howled a summons to the alpha. Once his song had ended, he picked up the fur carefully in his teeth. Sitting on his haunches and puffing his chest out proudly, Luk waited for his idol to come and praise him for a job well done. |