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CHAPTERS 03

Years passed. Hundreds of little aches never drew out the pain in his chest that turned slowly into an icy burn. Chipped away at them like frostbitten fingers. But grief didn’t leave, even if it subsided like the tide. Left in its wake. Without his friend his mate’s pain was the only thing that kept him sane enough. To continue the ridiculous notion his father called war. If it hadn’t been for his mate.He would have gone mad. It felt like his mate was calling out for him to help him. Kevin felt his lungs scrape and hurt and he didn’t know why, but whoever left his mate feeling so worthless would pay one day. One day he would just kidnap his mate and run away. Till then he would wait.

When his father Derrick died of cancer. Kevin was twenty one and more of an adult then most of his peers had been lucky enough to make it to.He had even told his father on his deathbed that he was going to ask for ceasefire.But the fights with the Ricksons continued and they were brutal.

Kent Rickson although middle age proved to be tough opponent for Kevin. Devon his one-time friend, the one who he’d refused to kill years ago, was also on the front line along with his Sister Celine Rickson fighting his brothers Stefan and Steven. And then there was the White Demon. Nobody knew his name and no one has seen him in his human form. Snowwhite fur and Red eyes so sharp that they seem to cut through everything in the path. He moved like a monster tearing his opponents apart. No one has been able to take him one on one. And if someone tried they get shredded to pieces. Kevin had only seen him twice running with crazed eyes. Like a Demon for Kill.

They were meant to fight putting their lives on the lind. But admist the war for the first time Kevin felt dread sensing danger. Only one thing came into his mind. That thing needed to be killed.

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Kevin didn’t knew why but whenever he could. He would look across the battlefield and see a stupid and dumb smile, not the large black wolf from whom he should protect Steven and Stefan. His both brothers being Omegas always brought forward his protective nature out.

Devon himself was known to be dangerous but some part of him still believed his friend wasn’t a monster unlike the Demon, no matter what everyone said. And he still belived that someday they can form an alliance and have peace among the packs. There were only three wolf tribes in the vicinity. White Carnation Pack. White Lotus Pack and the Nightshade pack. They had two more neighbouring packs. Crimson Desert Pack and the Foxglove Pack unlike the three these two packs were Coyotes and Foxes. But they were not at war at the moment.

While the monster, The white demon on the other hand, well, he was without a doubt the closest thing to a nightmare that Kevin had ever seen. Unfeeling was a word made for him. Battle seemed to wash over the wolf. Calculations without feeling.

His brothers hated him.His packmates were terrified of him. Kevin himself feared him, The peace that he dreamed. The alliance that he wanted to achieve can only be true if the Demon died. Peace should be without him. He just had to wait for Devon to ascend. He was sure his friend was still there. And later he himself would take care of that Demon Spawn.

Soon news reached that Alpha Kent Rickson has passed away at the age of 51 from heartattack. He was overjoyed. At last he can achieve his dream. His Alliance. But he felt the ache in his heart again. Sure enough his mate belonged to the enemy pack no doubt he had smelt his mate on Devon years back.That thought made his decision even more satisfying.But was that enough to wash away half a century of blood spilt on both sides ? Devon would too think so he was sure of it, in all of his naivety, but Kevin didn’t trust the people with him, the woman Celine, Devon’s sister with a perpetual sneer of hatred and the disdainful pride of the White Demon . People like that didn’t want peace. They wanted blood. But he hoped he would get to talk with Devon. It was enough. He was getting tired. Rouge attacks were also increasing. And he wanted formidable allies. If not their pack would cease to exist.