2nd Draft

Devastation. That's what hit the once enormous pack of were-wolves when conflict arose with in the monarchs. Disagreements were immense. Could they trust the werewolves when some of them were more interested in human mates than ones of their own kind? The two sides to the story argued and eventually broke out in war until they split for good. The majority of them wander aimlessly and poorly. Only few are rich both in health and finances. It's been a long time since that split occurred, and the peace that once existed is near forgotten. When a few of the survivors were found of the original pack, they beseeched another chance at coming together. It wasn't long before they realized that was quite impossible. Their differences remained. The arguments died away as fewer and fewer original members remained. The hearts of the remnats bled in heartache of their comrades, all yearning for once again a pack united. They now have came together to try and reunite the pack, only to find them scattered around the city. Gone, but not having fallen from their birth area.

The new packs were made with foreign leaders unknown to the original wolves. Each wolf joined a certain pack that fit them best, like 'cliches'. Some of the packs joined as alliances, but this number was few. Hatred that's grown for centuries still burns in their hearts and war still threatens it's arrival. No member wants to go back to what was once a united pack, peaceful and pureblood. Now no one's safe. Brother fighting brother with a fiery passion is clearly irrational but it's grown so slowly that the feud is gone, but not the memories and hatred along with it. Forget your differences. That's what they were told as children. Now their told to forget their love. Kill in battle.

Regret nothing.