1872a.d.
The world was never the same after the moon goddess left the earth. Human's became violent and scared at the same time. Werewolves were hunted and we protected them till one day they turned there backs on us as well. Being born over 3,000 years ago the oldest and most powerful Lycan in the world now sails it with the only pack of his kind.
"Atamus! We need to stay clear of the triangle."
"No we sail through it!" I growled to my beta she was an alpha as well but not as strong. We are all alphas in the pack but im the leader it was decided as i was the oldest. We were headed into a storm known by the humans as the Bermuda triangle. I wasn't worried one bit. We sailed into it and the crew started jumping overboard soon after but not my pack. Yet it was too late. I seen it a glow of a bright light and an island no one has seen or been on.
The light was something else almost as mythical as the moon goddess.
"Atamus you need to jump!" As she pointed to a super sized tsunami. I smiled jumping overboard pushing her in the water we saw everyone was safe as the wave washed over us but then something grabbed us as she looked terrified at me. We tried tearing at whatever grabbed us.
"You dont belong here!" A voice shouted in the water.
Water started to fill my lungs and as screaming started echoing through the water. My consciousness started to slip after a good thirty minutes underwater from constant tsunami like waves.
My memories started to faze in my head like it was some sick dream. I saw my dead pack members. Their bodies drenched in blood. Eyes springing open as they suddenly rose and surrounded me.
"It is your fault. All of your fault!" They shouted in unison. "We will come for you. You can't hide from us. We are lycans and the only thing keeping us apart is the fact of death. We will haunt you!" I closed my eyes and there was nothing there nothing was real. I blinked once again and the faces and blood everyone thats died weather it been from my hands or a fallen comrade they just stared blank at me. On with a staff cane walked up to me and screemed. "They took my eyes! They took my eye's!"
I jumped back as the man was still alive. He was the one that taught me and my pack to sail and also gave us shelter sometimes. If this was true I don't know what to do.
"Who took your eyes?" I said yelling practically.
"They did. The monster of the night. Cruix Lancaster." The name was familiar to me. He was a spanish alpha on the mountain moon pack. He also hates me and the other lycans. It made sense that they would do something like that. "Don't feel remorse son. I am long gone. I am here to let you know that you are no monster. No matter the bodies that pile up. You wipe out those that are evil save those that are good. You are the true king of the lycans!"
Suddenly my eyes felt light and i forced them open. My eyes couldnt see nothing it was so dark. I changed to my wolf eyes and saw satasha. And christia. Tristan was still laying on the ground.