Avenge My Son's Death on the Devil Alpha

Alpha Kellan of the Dark Ridge Pack was supposed to be training our son, Ryder, in the woods. But he abandoned Ryder for the woman he loved long before he met me.

Alone in the woods, Ryder was ambushed by a rogue wolf, black as night, with red eyes and menacing fangs. The sight of it made my poor seven-year-old son tremble in fear. He was defenseless against the rogue, who had been waiting for this moment, spying on him and his father for a long time.

In the wild depths of the woods, Ryder met his tragic end, the rogue's fangs sinking into his neck. His tears flowed like a river as he called out for his father, the Alpha who left him for another woman.

When I arrived, terrified of what I would find, I discovered Ryder's lifeless body, blood everywhere, and tears still fresh on his face. I cradled him in my arms, my heart breaking as I screamed my pain into the silent woods.

While I mourned our son, Selene was with Alpha Kellan. He cradled her, consoling her over the loss of her pet. He had left our son to die alone for Selene. Through my tears, I mumbled to myself, "So she is the reason you didn't care if our son died at the rogue's fangs?"

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As the sun dipped low over the dense canopy of the forest, Alpha Kellan of Dark Ridge Pack and his young son Ryder prowled through the underbrush. The air was thick with the earthy scent of moss and the distant call of birds. In their wolf forms, they moved swiftly, their senses attuned to every rustle and crackle around them.

"Remember, Ryder," Kellan's deep voice resonated in Ryder's mind through their pack bond. "Always trust your instincts. They'll guide you true when you hunt."

Ryder nodded eagerly, his young wolf form, still a pup, bounding alongside his father's larger, more experienced shape. They halted at a clearing, where Kellan crouched low, demonstrating how to track a scent trail left by prey. "See here, the scent lingers, faint but steady. Follow it with your nose, like this."

Ryder sniffed the air, concentrating hard. "I think I smell it, Dad! Over there!"

Kellan smiled proudly. "Good, Ryder. Now, let's practice stealth. Stay low and quiet, watch your step." They moved like shadows among the trees, their fur blending seamlessly with the shadows of twilight.

Suddenly, a sharp sensation pierced Kellan's mind—a mind link from Selene, his childhood sweetheart and now a trusted pack member. "Alpha, can you come? I really need you right now," her voice echoed urgently in his thoughts.

Upon hearing that, Kellan glanced at Ryder, conflicted. "Ryder, stay here. Keep practicing what I taught you. I'll be back in an hour to take you home."

Ryder looked up at his father, concern flickering in his eyes. "I'll wait for you, Dad."

With a parting nod, Kellan sprinted off into the depths of the forest, leaving Ryder to continue his training alone.

In the dusky depths of the forest, young Ryder wandered alone, practicing the hunting skills his father had taught him earlier. His small form moved cautiously through the underbrush, senses alert despite his excitement. Unbeknownst to him, a shadowy figure had been stalking him and his father, the Alpha, for days—the rogue wolf, watching and waiting for the perfect moment.

As Ryder paused to inspect a faint scent trail, a chilling growl shattered the tranquility. The rogue wolf emerged from the shadows, its eyes gleaming with hunger and malice. Ryder froze, fear gripping his heart as he faced the monstrous creature.

"W-Who are you?" Ryder's voice quivered, his eyes wide with terror.

The rogue wolf advanced slowly, its steps deliberate and predatory. "You've been an easy target, little one," it sneered, circling Ryder with calculated menace.

Panic surged through the young pup as he realized the danger he was in. He tried to call out for help, but fear constricted his throat. "Someone! Please!" He cried out, desperation lacing his voice.

With a sudden lunge, the rogue wolf attacked. Ryder's screams echoed through the forest as sharp pain ripped through him. He fought back with all his strength, clawing and kicking, but the rogue's vicious assault was relentless.

"Dad, help me!" Ryder's voice pleaded, but there was no one near enough to hear.

The rogue wolf's jaws closed around Ryder's throat, silencing his cries in an instant. With cold efficiency, it ended the young boy's life, leaving his body crumpled and still on the forest floor.