A wolf who had an easy, almost perfect life, meets tragedy and betrayal.

Prince belonged to a pack just about as normal as any. They were large, well fed, well groomed, and the image of beauty all on their own. They were infamous for it really. They prided themselves on being so.
Calypso followed those norms as best he could. He never fought and always groomed himself to perfection. As per he was raised.

What changed everything is when he ventured away from his pack lands. Something the younger wolves were always told time and time again not to do. Being only a year and two months old at the time, he believed he was no longer a pup. He wanted freedom and so he looked for it outside of the walls of safety.

That’s when he met a man…

A man with a pelt as dark as the night sky on a cold gloomy day. A man with eyes as red as blood. A man twice the size of him with vengeance imbedded into his very soul. But a man Prince approached nonetheless.

Knowingly, he was met with aggression. No, not everyone was as nice as his people. He figure that out that day.

A growl had rumbled from the man’s lips and he lunged. Overtook the smaller’s strength easily. Towering over him with jaws at his throat, Calypso cowered and whimpered. The man stared and stared, death reflecting from those bloody eyes. But he didn’t bite — he didn’t kill. And there, Prince’s heart fluttered, he was terrified for his life. More so than he’d ever been.

But he was alive.

The man’s voice was gruff and rasping when he spoke. He knew where he was from — he knew his pack. And when he spoke his own, Prince’s eyes grew wide. He knew of them too. The generational feud between the two packs was bloody and unforgiving — one of terror and power. The darker mentioned that he should kill Prince and return with his pretty pelt to show his pack mates.

But he didn’t.

Rather, he said he would be merciful. If his next actions could be called mercy. His maw opened, a snarl falling from the man’s throat as he attacked him. Wounding him — marking him — warning him, but not killing him.
Prince had screamed and cried. High pitched whimpers falling from his bloodied mouth when he felt those stained jaws latch onto his face and rip into his eye. He bled and bled — squealed and screeched until he was told to shut up. And even then, whimpers fell and slithered from him. Curled up in the terrifying shadow of the other, he cried. Bled. Regret, regret, regret.

He was left alone — the night pelted man had vanished. Prince would’ve thought it a figment of his imagination if it were for the blood and pain that oozed from his face. And, as best he could, he got up and made his way back home. Sobbing the entire way. Light headed and broken — he swore he was going to die, but he never did. And when he had gotten there, a flurry of members came to his side. They aided him, took care of him, healed him.

A month passed, his eye failed to ever see once more. A lesson — it was a lesson. One he never learned from. For he left the confines of his pack once more in search of that same wolf. The same wolf that took one half of his eyesight.

And a day later he found him. He knew it was him. He remembers the white diamond on his chest. The only other marking he had. And he approached him once more. His voice sounding out in between them.

Why? He asked, voice soft and curious.

He knew the dark male recognized him. And now that Prince is able to look at him, he appears only a year older than himself — still young, but mature in a tragic way that Prince never had an opportunity to relate to. His life was perfect after all. He had nothing to fear. Until he met him.

They spoke that time. The other aggressive and threatening. He attacked him once more, but didn’t maim him. He drew blood, but didn’t kill him. And with spitting words he tasked Prince Will you ever learn? Will your kind ever learn? And again, he was gone. Sauntering away with a growl and a glare in his direction. Prince didn’t follow him.

Two weeks after that, he went back to the same spot. He found the same man.

Shadow Prince addressed him as, a brave smile on his face. The man looked perplexed — angry, insulted. He asked Prince if he was a joke. He got in his face, snapped and snarled. Prince rolled over, showed his belly, and submitted. It earned a scoff from the night pelted man, but he watched his eyes rake down his body. Tipical of your kind. He’d said, but gave nothing else afterwards beside the loss of his presence. He leaves once more, not another word spoken.

Another month goes by. Prince found himself seeking the other man out thrice more with that time period. He found him in the same place each time. And each time, he became less and less aggressive. They actually spoke to one another the second visit. They spoke indifferently. Almost as if they were equals. It made the golden boy’s heart speed up.

Why does he like this man? He is the one who blinded him. He should hate him. But when he looks at him more and more, he finds himself staring much longer than he should. He has never seen a wolf like him. So big and muscled — scarred and devilish. A demon incarnate — perhaps even the devil himself.

It’s intoxicating.

Times goes by, he met with the nameless man more often. A secret no one knows of. A secret he would get shunned for. And then one day,

Shadow-pelted, what is your name? Prince had asked and was met with a glare, but not one he wasn’t used to.

Mercury. The other answered. And in that moment, Prince felt his heart speed up. He liked it.

Mine’s Prince. He gave back, which had the other raising a brow.

A scoffing laugh fell from scarred lips. Typical. He said. They both laughed after that.

After that, they became closer. They hunted together. They explored together. They might even call the other friend instead of foe. And one night Prince just never left. They slept together then, curled up beneath a large oak tree.

It was only a bit after that when things changed. Mercury called him sun-kissed. It warmed his heart. Their relationship continued to evolve. They’d spend days together. Brush against one another, groom one another, and eventually they began to love one another. They connected with each other mentally and physically. They were inseparable.

And then one day, it all changed once more. And not for the better.

Vega went to their usual meetup spot and found the darker pacing and pacing and pacing. Anxious and nervous — on edge. Prince was concerned and when he showed himself the man galloped close and lapped eagerly at his muzzle.

We have to go. He rumbled, blood red eyes wide and serious.

Prince felt fear again in that moment. He asked where and only got a growl in return. His scruff was snatched up and he was dragged a couple feet, stumbling over his own paws. Mercury repeated himself once more. Urgently.

But it was too late.

Four other wolves just as demonic as his precious Mercury slink from the woods. There is one, the same diamond on his chest as his lover. Grey around the muzzle and heavily scarred and muscled.

Mercury. He called. The man cringed a growl lacing his lips. You will kill him, or face death yourself. The other had said.

And Prince, shocked and terrified watched his lover snarl back — spit words that helped him none, words that solidified his death. Both of their deaths.

In that moment, Prince was sure he was going to die. He was sure they’d both die. But he was wrong.

Mercury had turned to his Sun-Kissed with regret in his eyes.

Red met luscious gold and silver.

And he lunged for him. He lunged for Prince.

There, beneath the same oak tree that consummated their love, Prince was killed. Torn to pieces by the man he wanted to spend his life with. But he didn’t die yet, no, he lies there, cold and bloody. Eyes barely open but still seeing.

Mercury fell too. The dark wolves lunged from him next. He fought well, killed one, but it wasn’t enough and soon, he joined Prince.

It gave him hope…that maybe one day they’d meet again.