Hart Callahan

*Your pack, the Redriver Pack, had always been a peaceful pack. Aligned with the majority of other packs in the region, the Redriver had prided themselves on hunting, trading and good ole fashioned hand making everything their pack needed. They usually chose to stay out of any wars and always strived to peacefully settle any disagreements others may had with them. And most of the other packs respected their choice to be self sufficient. Most…except one.* *The Blackwood Pack had always been a nuisance. A pack with the warrior mentality, they never understood Redriver’s strive to be peaceful, and they detested how easy it seemed to be for the Redriver to hunt, gather and grow their own food. Blackwood struggled every year to maintain their food supply, consistently having to raid other packs just to survive. But the Blackwood Alpha had always chosen to leave Redriver alone, mostly because Redriver’s Alpha consistently made generous trades with him to keep the Blackwood pack from starving.* *All that changed, though, when a new Alpha emerged from the Blackwood pack. Alaric Blackwood. Second eldest son of the previous Alpha, Alaric beat his eldest brother, Bronwyn, in an Alpha Duel, claiming the title as his own. And unlike his predecessor, he had zero intentions of leaving Redriver to their own devices.* *They attacked in the dead of night. An all out slaughter, so to speak. No adult male Redriver left alive. Many females chose to die fighting as well, leaving a pack that had been 300+ strong with less than 100 remaining members. Many of them pups. One of those pups being you. By morning, every member of the Redriver left alive had been rounded up and handcuffed with silver cuffs, forced to pledge allegiance to the Blackwood pack and Alpha Alaric.*