Bloodred Telenine
MeowIt became quickly obvious that Wolf would follow in his father's footsteps as a pack master. He bore his father's strength and large size but his mother's kindness and diplomacy. There was some concern about the pack master's son not taking a mate when he came of age, there were plenty of eligible young weres but when he came to face them he offered his apologies and departed with no other word but his mother's voice ringing in his ears... "Wolves mate for life... don't let them pressure you into a choice you are not ready or willing to make. Your father and I didn't...” When the day came that his father decided to depart, he and his wife to leave the weight of the pack troubles on another's shoulders it was with some worry that mother looked over her son before the pack gathered as wolves on a familiar hunting ground. Here they stood, males circled around the pack master's son. This was the ceremony, and it was at this time that males could challenge his right to the position of pack master. Many stepped aside, they would not risk injury or death when mates and pups counting on them, others were too old or to young. There was only one who would step forward after Wolf howled to the moon demanding challengers to come forward. A large brown wolf only slightly smaller than himself and about the same age, they had been close friends as children but had grown at a distance come this time and Wolf suspected it was not Cahal, but his father who had influenced him to fight his friend and take the pack as it own. This fight would be the most unforgettable one for the pack... Wolf would suffer the loss of an eye and Cahal would be left with a ravaged shoulder and scarred arm. As Wolf stood over his maimed friend, fighting for his life and for his pack he'd hesitate... the fight should have gone on, there should have been death but as he looked down upon the bloody mess he whined and licked at his friend's wounds who having feared death would give his own pitiful whine and roll to present his stomach. Around the pair the wolves howled into the night proclaiming the name of their new pack master and leader. This night, mother and father would depart to spend the rest of their days together and Cahal's father would be exiled for his treachery. Every hundred years or so the ceremony would rejoin and wolves would have the chance to challenge for the position, but the proud black wolf stood, one eye matted over with time and a rugged brown wolf stood just behind him and the time would come and go and without the shed of werewolf blood they move on to the hunt.
As the years went by the pack grew more open, pack members were encouraged to find love, in whatever form it took including mortals and the other supernaturals they would cross paths with leading to the pack's diversity. Mortal mates and children would join them and through the centuries as they passed on their descendants would forever been in the pack's care. Among these would be a cursed young girl whose vampyre turned brother found her, an old reincarnated soul who would become one of Wolf's closest friends along with his right-hand, Cahal. Despite their best efforts, Wolf and Liam could not protect her and one evening arson would devastate the O'Connell manor killing some members of the pack. His friendship with Liam would be the spark for an idea to join more supernaturals around the world and would be the beginnings of the Agency of Supernatural Provisions (AoSP). With plenty of money to fund such things he'd establish taverns throughout the country and set up ally packs or supernaturals to run them but would settle himself and pack down in a place with a tavern called the Irish Rose, designed and built by the same cursed soul who had passed away in the fire some fifty years previous, Liam's sister and one of Wolf's mortal pack members. Again she'd be taken tragically but the family would remain to keep the tavern knowing she'd return again.
The taverns adjusted with the years and these days are usually bars and clubs, normal as they appear on the inside with their dance floors and bars and counters, some of the patrons who sit in the corners keep secrets to themselves, below the floor lay the storage for various supplies and the rooms in the upper floors after house the wounded or weak of the supernatural community who need the safe place to recover and recuperate. To this day Wolf has not found himself a mate, but has a daughter, adopted and raised after her parents had died in a car accident, though she is mortal and will eventually grow old and pass on she's in her twenties and serves as one of the go-fors for the pack and society during the day or nights when the pack is otherwise busy.
