Creo woke up startled, going to check on everything. His mind was distraught, his body was tired. People were dying, because of their ancestors. He trotted to the lake, tentatively drinking water from it. He when, his shook his immense head, sweeping it side to side, observing the scene around him. He closed his eyes, fighting the demons within.

Come one, Creo. You've done it before, just kill them, kill them ALL! The voice cackled, making Creo growl at thin air.

"No, no that's not me anymore." He spat through gritted teeth. He ran, ran away from the lake that was just too close to the darkness, to his safe territory, which was farthest from it. 

Cere padded back towards the cave she called, taking the long way round, she needed time to think 'Why wont he leave me alone?' She wondered, shaking her head slightly. She trotted past, the pack shaman's den a heard a strange laugh from inside "Are you okay?" She called, setting a paw through the mouth of the cave. There was no reply... Cere took another step into the darkness "Hey, are you alrigtht?" She said, her voice echoing in the darkness. There was still, no reply... "Well, Im coming in" Cere informed the shaman, taking several more steps into the gloom of the cave...

Cere nodded slightly, her sholders quivering "I-I dont know what to do.." Her brown eyes filled with tears "Im scared Alcarie..." She whispered, then began sobbing, salty rivulets running down her copper brown cheeks 'Why me? Why have the god cursed me?' She asked silently, her head free from voices, for once... "I-Im so scared..." Cere murmed, almost inaudble over her sobs... 'My life is hell...' She thought, shaking uncontrolably now 'I am cursed...'

Silver and black fur rippled over powerful muscles as a wolf ran. This was no particular wolf, this was the alpha female. Dusk, for that was her name, was dragging a small deer as she ran, unable to find any other prey that was not somehow diseased. She carefully placed the fresh meat onto the pile where the other's were and sat down, staring sightlessly at the dead prey.

A hazy image appeared in her mind of herself as a young wolf and her parents, when they were still alive. She glared at the picture; she could see what was in her mind, just not what was outside. Dusk tried to push it out of her mind, but it would not budge, it kept hanging in her mind like a deadweight. She shook her head furiously and tried to dislodge the picture, send it back to where it had come from.

Water started to flow in the image and it swept away all that was her family and she was the only survivor. The wolf grew and she was staring at a mirror image of herself. She stumbled back, t anybody else, it would look as if she was scared of the fresh-kill, but it was the flood. The flood that she had regretted surviving ever since the day she found out the trruth of why her parents never came back.

She needed to talk. To her mate? No, he wouldn't listen, she was sure of it, he would think that she shouldn't worry. Why shouldn't she worry, every time something good happened, something bad happened to counter it. When she had been born and was 6 moons old, her parents were killed in a flood. When she had her first litter of pups, they all died the coming winter. When she had fought the alpha for her place as alpha, the wolf had diedafter becoming beta. 

Was she bad luck, a bad omen. If she was, why hadn't the shaman said anything. Were the wolves mocking her in secret or forming a rebellion. She dug her claws into the ground and breathed out. She needed to calm down and remember that everbody was not against her. 

"Fell, everything is fine." She cleared her head of the image and it finally withdrew its hold on her. She sighed heavily and bit into the deer she had caught. She wondered if it would be a bit too self-centered for her to ask whether she was being a good leader. She knew that she was trying, but was she trying hard enough and what was this sinking feeling in her chest.

"Hey, do you think I*m being a good alpha?" She asked quietly, lifting her head to stare at him with those blind purple orbs. She blinked, releasing her hold on the ground with her claws. She shuffled her paws in the dirt as if she was a naughty pup again. Her black fur ruffled in the light breeze as she waited for an answer...

"Oh, just.... Its nothing. Thanks Fell." Dusk smiled and raced off, fleeing into the forest, her tail streaming out behind her as she ran. As she raced throguh trees and underbrush, she realized something. Why was she being such a worry wart. Fell had told her that she was a good alpha, so why was she reacting badly.

She slowed to a trot and then stopped all together as she reached the waterfall. She dipped her furry, black face into the watre and lapped up some. She quickly stepped back as if a flood was bound to happen any minute and sweep her away like it did her family. She stepped another few steps, her tail tucked in between her hind legs

She inched away from the lapping water and when she was about 10 feet away, she started to shoot back to her pack. Why was she reacting to the water, didn't she want to join her family, didn't she want to die? 

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Cere looked up at Alcarie, her large brown eye wet from crying "I-Its just so hard sometimes... I mean no one wants me around because I turned down the opportunity to be alpha... I feel so useless..." She mangaged to choke out Come on keep it togeather girl...Its not your fault your bad with big responsibilitys... She thought taking a deep breath to calm her self " Do you ever feel like that, Alcarie?" She whispered.