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Four of the wolves transformed on the little raven wolf. Their eyes were black as the night sky, showing the thicket of not being one of their kind. He was too dark, being in his wolf form, and he stepped into the territory of the angry werewolf Beta and omega during Their meeting hour.

The lupine and canine dynamics are that the pecking order is respected for its social benefits. This made the big beta wolf angry because they were having a meeting concerning the weakness of how his son is becoming an omega when suddenly, the little raven wolf halts on them.

"He's a Marcovic. I can tell from his blueprint on his fur."

Omega Juno growled. "It is true; I know him. He's the son of Karlow," Omega Antonio, son of Callisto's, voiced out before He instantly shapeshifted.

The little raven wolf whimpered as he slowly limped backward, resting his claws against the mangrove tree, trying to protect himself from the five angry avengers wolves of the dark. He looks down at his paws to see that it was nothing compared to their own.

They were huge except for the two teenage Omega wolves he knew from the other side of the mountain. Then, he remembered the word of his father, never to be the weakest within the weak— With this, he attempted to show a little bit of sovereignty that he had; the black wolf untangled his crest and let a growl loose.

The uncontrolled pack had bullied the raven Wolf, but it became more severe when he couldn't wolf up during his training with his father. Still, after his father passed on due to being shot by human forest drifters, he felt so pain, and with the help of his mother and grandfather, he trained every day until this day that he secretly Wolf up at the forest mountains. He tries to take a stance but can't.

One of the brown wolves, Beta Laslow that is known to be the second acting leader to his small pack, crest up to him with a slash with his claws to his flurry face. The raven wolf snapped and cracked bitterly.

One of the brown wolves slowly transformed into his human form and very well, standing naked as the rest of them changed one at a time. They hand him a white bear cloak to put on as he walks in between them as they part an opening for him; with this, he walks majestically to the bitterly injured little raven wolf.

He was known as Callisto Beaumont from the Switzerland Clocasian Pack. "Are you sure this is him?"

The man standing before the little wolf looks unamazed at the wolves. "Yes, Master, He's a Marcovic from the De Sina Pack. His father died from the bullet of a human drifter, and his grandfather is the current alpha, but due to our research, he's the only son and child to the Marcovic lineage; he might be the chosen one,"

The rigid man voiced out with his glowing eyes. "I know how his father died, I saw everything, but still,"

The tall, black-haired, neon eyes man known to be a beta wolf turns to stare at the raven wolf with piercing eyes.

"Little wolf, your father did us wrong, and I won't like for you to pay for the sins of your father." He said.

"Transform to your human form!" He orders coldly.

"My son told me that you can't wolf up, but here you're in my territory, all wolfed up. I want to see you in your human form to know if you look like your father, Karlow Marcovic!"

The little raven wolf was whimpering beside the tree, watching the adults and teenagers in fear. They were five, three grown-up men and two teenagers that were both the same age as him.

"If you don't want to transform, thus, that's fine. Go back to where you came from now, or else we'll feed on you tonight and skin you and hang your remains for the human drifters to make a cloak from your fur,"

"But—"

"Don't shut me up, Laslow; let him go since he doesn't want to wolf up. I won't make you pay for your father's deed. Your father watched my wife die in the hands of hungry human drifters; He is not even from here; he's an Italian breed; he came here to steal what's rightfully mine. He was supposed to take over from your grandfather as the Alpha," He continued.

"But since your family decided to rule all the packs alone in my territory, my wife had to die because your father couldn't kill the drifters to protect my wife," He growls slightly.

 The little wolf made no sound. He did not move. He stared hard at the man, playing his part as the gentle soul that he is. After all, he's the son of a gentleman.

"I have this feeling that you'll seek blood but not like your father that lives by his rules of—Karlow Marcovic doesn't kill, he makes peace. This statement killed my wife, and since you're his son, I won't say you'll pay, but your grandfather will, since he's no longer the alpha of the De Sina Pack, and I'm not sure if you're worthy; you cant be our king, you're too small to rule over thousands of wolves, and you have no other clan which means the moon goddess will pass it on to another pack,"

"Now, get out of my sight before I change my opinion on you," He yelled at the scared wolf.

"But Master, he's a Marcovic; what if he's the chosen alpha?"

"Don't bother, Laslow; this mutant can't even hurt a fly; his father couldn't even be the next alpha; how can he rule over us?"

 "Just let him go, father," Antonio, the son of Calisto's Beaumont, voiced out, looking at how frightened Alonso was.

 "Okay then, move on!" He orders.

The little raven wolf zoomed off at high speed; he was severely injured. They watched as he ran off without looking back.

 "Master," Laslow called, looking at him in shock because Calisto was not someone that would easily let go of his revenge.

 "What?" Calisto flames up, looking from his son, Omega Antonio, Beta Jamie, Omega Juno, and back to Beta Laslow.

"This is so unlike you. What is your plan? You had Karlow, son, in your claws, and you let him go? Why?" Beta Laslow inquired.

 He smirks. "Get ready because we're going hunting,"

"Tonight?" Omega Juno asked, looking confused at Beta Calisto.

 "Yes. We're going to wipe out the remaining of the Marcovic tonight," He smirks, then a howling follows, and they all howled with him. With one nod from Calisto's, the fate of the remaining lineage of the Marcovic was instantly sealed.