A/N: Yes, it has been a long time. College sadface! Well, here is something to show for my absence, though I know you all hope it's more.

I STRONGLY recommend reading this after you have already read the trilogy posted on this site, but it's not required.

This is the history of one werewolf, often taken for a fool, told from his own perspective... It has no spoilers for the other novels, don't worry.

Reviews always appreciated :)


Chapter One

New Beginnings

I was firstborn of a litter of five pups so everyone knew I'd be the next alpha. The pack was nothing special really, I mean compared to the rest of the world, only about thirty wolves in all. We lived about five miles from the closest town, in a cavern dug and built by my ancestors before my great-grandparents were born.

It was a good life. There was enough land for us to run to celebrate the full moon, and hunt or play, and the fact that there was not much of a civilization meant there was no draw for any other supernatural people to come bother us. Churadee, the town, it had a family of witches and a few faeries living in it, but none of them wanted any trouble at all. They were there for the solitude just like we were.

On the northern and western sides of our territory was a wildlife preserve, but we had always been forbidden to go there; once, a long time before I was born, some of the wolves got over excited and hunted some of the protected animals, and for a long time the humans searched for our den. We had to pull the edges of our territory in for a few years after that. Ever since then, our borders had been pretty rigidly enforced; between the preserve, Churadee, and one of the interstates, we had just about exactly as much room as we could have wanted. It kept the pack small, and the friendships tighter, that way.

The den itself was a natural cave system about a mile uphill from a river, where we got all of our water from. It was where we had always lived since before there were even humans inland that far; every piece of its land held some of our history.

I was two when my father died. There was nothing special about the way he died, it was all natural, so though we mourned losing him, it was a regular celebration for me to be crowned the new alpha. I picked my two brothers for my vak-raka and vak-kasha – Isaiah, the second oldest, for the second in command, and Morgan, the youngest, as our third. My third brother, Jonah, told me straight out that he didn't want an official position. He wasn't a fighter, and everyone knew it. I agreed, and Morgan was happy for the chance to take over, anyway. My family had always been very close, and there was no one else I'd ever have picked for my commanders. We celebrated the new chapter in the history of the Fallen Sun for a week, like everyone does when things are going well.

Sandriel was the youngest daughter of the second most important family in the pack, after mine. I think I knew from the first time I met her that I would pick her for my mate, when I became alpha. She had this feeling about her that somehow made everyone listen and pay attention whenever she did anything. But sometimes she would use it for fun, when we were pups she'd get everyone together and start telling us some serious story about how her older brother was in trouble for doing something awful, and she'd have us all believing that he was going to be killed for doing all these things, then he'd jump out in his battle form – the one halfway between man and wolf – and scare us and she'd be nearly in tears laughing.

My sister never really liked her until after I announced my decision, though. I remember I was at lessons – when we turned one, we all learned how to read, and write, and everything, so it was one of my last lessons – and Yvette came up out of nowhere to talk to me. I knew it was what she wanted, cause she'd never liked Sandriel much before, and the crowning ceremony for her had been yesterday.

"Don't be mad, Evey," I blurted out at first, cause Yvette used to hold grudges real well when we were pups.

"I'm not, Chancy," she said, smiling. She looked just like mom, I swear, like they could have been twins if mom wasn't so much older. They had the same eyes, ice blue, the same long black hair, and really pale. "I'm happy for you. I know you always liked her."

"She'll be perfect for it, Evey, I know you'll see it soon," I explained, but grinning.