Theria was on her way to the closest watering hole when she heard a sound. Not an ordinary wolf sound, something quieter and softer, like it was in pain, or weak. Theria followed the sound and found a pure black wolf lying on the ground, panting. It looked like the wolf had come a long way, but her mother always said not to help other wolves you don’t know. Theria had a feeling where the black wolf came from, but wasn’t sure, she needed to tell someone. Without thinking she ran back to the tribe to get help. In a few minutes she was back, panting herself, and rushed to the palace to find Coralie, her best friend.
“Coralie! Coralie! Come here!” She yelled throughout the palace. Theria found Coralie in her quarter washing her fur. “Coralie! I have something to tell you!” in a few seconds Coralie knew all about the mysterious black wolf and Theria’s theories where he came from.
“Theria, think about what your saying. You saw a pure black wolf lying on the ground, and for some reason you think he has come from Hunia Valley? That’s just a fairy tale Theria; don’t let it get to you.” Coralie continued to wash her fur.
“Coralie, I know what I saw. I had a feeling in my blood that he had a purpose for being there. That he came to warn us about something. Now you think about it, how many pure black wolves are there? And wasn’t there a pure black wolf in the story of Hunia Valley?”
Coralie thought about for awhile. Theria was true, the black wolf named Syren supposedly found Hunia Valley. But that was just a fairy tale, right?
“I guess it makes sense,” Coralie paused. “But still, it seems impossible that Syren actually existed.” It was still pretty unbelievable.
“I know, but we have to see how we can help that wolf. Whether or not it’s Syren.”
“Well…I don’t think daddy will let me leave him at this time…”She trailed off.
“Why not? Bodoni let you leave before, why not now?” It wasn’t like Bodoni to not let Coralie, or in that case her brother Mycroft, go help other wolves in need. Was something wrong? Then Theria put it all together. “Why didn’t your father come out for dinner Friday? He always does. I just didn’t notice before…” Coralie was on the edge of crying. She already had tears in her eyes.
“Theria, daddy’s sick.” She said quietly.
“What do you mean? He was fine a few weeks ago.” But that was a few weeks ago. A lot can happen in just a few weeks.
“The healers say daddy’s life will come to an end soon.” Now she was crying. Tears we running down her fur and she seemed like she was on the edge of life herself.
“Oh Coralie!” Theria said, now tears were coming to her face. Bodoni was like her father to, the father she never had, one of the wolves who cared about her most.
“Coralie,” A panting wolf came into the room. “Coralie! Come with me!” Coralie quickly got up, Theria on her side. The young wolf leads them into a room where the healers were crowding around the king’s bed. Then Theria saw Bodoni. The black and brown fur on the old wolf was tangled, and he looked especially weak. What Coralie said was true. Bodoni is on the edge of his life. Thought Theria. They pushed passed the healers and saw Mycroft was already there. Bodoni’s eyes were barely open, which made all three of them to cry; Mycroft, Theria and Coralie.
“Father!” Coralie chocked out. She ran over to the bed where he was lying. Mycroft moved, and Coralie took his spot. Theria got as close as she could bear to. Seconds later Mycroft disappeared out of the room without a trace.
* * *
The king died that night. Theria forgot about the black wolf, and mourned for Bodoni to come back. Mycroft came in a few seconds after Bodoni left their world. The healers left early, they said preparations were to begin if Mycroft was to become king in a number of days. Theria, Coralie and Mycroft were the last to leave. It was midnight when the guards took Bodoni away. Coralie cried and cried for her father, wishing for him to come back. Word was sent out to the tribe about what happened to their king, and that Mycroft was to become king in mere days.
* * *
It was midmorning when Marco saw a mysterious wolf approach the tribe. It was also the same time that Marco had heard the news.
“Ealina, is it true Bodoni is dead?” Marco asked his mother while looking at the black wolf trudging towards the palace. The king’s death will spread quickly around the tribe. By now everyone must know. Marco thought.
“Yes, it is son.” Replied Ealina quietly and thoughtfully. At that point Theria and Coralie sulked through the door. They both looked depressed, and everyone knew why. The loss of Bodoni was terrible, according to the elders; he was the best leader for a long, long time. The Wolves wondered if Mycroft would stand up to his father.
* * *
It was evening when everyone knew about the black wolf trudging into the tribe. It was a hot topic. Wolves everywhere were asking comrades “have you heard about the black wolf?” the answer would always be “yes, who hasn’t?”
But one particular wolf, an ordinary wolf, knew everything of this black, tired wolf. No one knew he did, in fact, he didn’t even know himself. But what he did know as that the wolf was not mortal. The wolf was something bigger then life. That wolf was called Tryan. Tryan was a weaponry master, and taught little wolves self defense. It was evening when he saw the black wolf go up to the palace guards.