The Lost Alpha

erewolves thrived under the rule of Alpha King Drake Emerald. His strength and dominance in battle were legendary, and his two sons, Mark

"This is a disgrace," he growled, turning to his loyal knight, Popoy. "This weakling will

g he had no choice. He wrapped the tiny, crying child in

each wail. He paused at the edge of the forest, the shadows looming ominously before him. He looked down at

voice trembling. "Stop cryi

lve crumbled. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill an innocent child. He made a

lympog. As he walked, his mind raced with uncertainty and fear. Would he be able

o do it. He decided to raise the boy as his own, naming him Jake in honor of his son who was murdered by rogue werewolves two years ago.

rned the basics of swordsmanship, combat tactics, and the values of honor and resilience. Popoy was

modest home, Popoy took a deep breath. "Jake,

his practice sword, his eyes

ith emotion. "You are Joseph, the youngest son of King Drake of

in shock. "What? W

ieved a weak son would disgrace our family. But

ocess the revelation

you to be known as such. King Drake has powerf

ant sound of howling. Popoy's face grew tense.

. He knew something was wrong. Minutes later, Popoy r

?" Jake asked, fear cr

d us," Popoy replied, grabbing a few ess

torches in hand. One of them, a burly man named Alden, stepped forwa

e. "I've only ever wanted to pr

demon! Because of you, our families are at risk. We've lo

lt and fear. "It's not

ve decided. You both must lea

orrow. "Please, let us go

pass. As they made their way towards the forest, the villagers beg

," Popoy said firmly.

them. Popoy guided Jake through the treacherous terrain, his h

the forest, Jake spoke up.

ive, Jake. We survive and we prepare. One day, you w

ent. He learned to hunt, to fight, and to survive among the monsters that lur

the forest. "Today, you will be baptized and receive the blessings of the

e was baptized. The power of the gods flowed through him, en

h a sense of urgency. "Jake, you must be careful with you

his eyes. "I understand, Fathe

roup of assassins sent by King Drake. Popoy fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered. The six

ng against the blade of an assassin. "Jake, stay

s were relentless, striking from all directions. Popoy managed to fend o

d pouring from the wound. Another assassin slashed at his leg, and Popoy stumbled, his stre

ied out; his voice fi

ace pale and strained. "Run

ught Popoy to his knees. Bloodied and battered, Popoy looked up at Jake, his eyes fille

him, and he felt a surge of power unlike anything he had ever experienced. Flames erupted from his body,

ing in their eyes. "What is this?" one

istols forming at his fingertips. "You killed my father,"

ins. One by one, they fell, their bodies exploding like balloons as the fire consumed

around him flickered and died down, leaving behind scorched earth and charred remains

his voice breaking. "I'll avenge you.

e that would drive him forward. He would confront King Drake, rec

was no longer an option. His enemies would continue to hunt him, and he needed to be proactive. He ha