The Chronicle of Rallan

Books IV, V, VI:

Living As An Exile

Trust Betrayed

Once More

By: Balto5670

All characters and packs/settings involved in this story and its corresponding plotline are © 2007 Balto5670. Kalgorn is © 2007 balto678. Any similarities between any other characters are entirely coincidental.

Dedications

To everyone who reads my fanfics,

Thanks to you all reading and reviewing my writings, I am quickly becoming a better-known writer.

Sorrow is just the beginning of the adventure.

Η θλίψη είναι ακριβώς η αρχή της περιπέτειας.

Rated PG-13: For explicit violence and gore, adult language, and some romantic scenes. Reader’s discretion advised.

Chapter 1

            Some might know me as a prince. Some might know me as a brilliant mastermind and strong leader. But now all of them know me as a murderer… I did nothing wrong, but I am wronged. I committed no crime, yet I am guilty. I told the truth, but apparently I’m lying. Because of my father, I now live… as an exile…

The scorning calls of his packmates caused Rallan to whimper softly. Before him, Justice glared down with anger and disappointment. To his side, his family looked on in utter disbelief as his crime was presented to the court.

“Rallan, by the authority vested in me by your father, Typhoon, I hereby exile you from the Lylrite Pack and their lands. Should you ever return, you shall be executed,” Justice said vindictively.

“No! I’m not a murderer!” Rallan pleaded, but all the wolves of the Lylrite Pack just laughed and began advancing on him.

Snarls and growls were heard all around Rallan as he watched them surround him completely. Rallan’s eyes widened with fear and his heart began to speed up. He saw Drake stare judgmentally down at him, his gaze piercing Rallan’s body. Suddenly, the wolves, the court, even the clearing vanished and Rallan was left standing on nothing but darkness.

“What’s going on?” Rallan asked fearfully.

“Guilt, my son…” came a very familiar voice. Rallan spun around and saw Typhoon standing there, blood dripping from a large wound in his neck.

“Dad, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“Murderer…” Typhoon said angrily, slowly advancing on his son.

“What? No, Dad! I didn’t-”

“Murderer.”

“No, I-”

“Murderer!” Typhoon shouted and lunged at Rallan, biting into his throat. Rallan screamed loudly and everything went black.

“No!” Rallan shouted as he bolted upright, sweat dripping down his gray pelt. He gasped for air we he looked left and right, realizing he’d fallen asleep.

Sighing heavily, Rallan closed his eyes and wept for a moment. Last night, his brother had been murdered, he’d killed his father, he’d been exiled, and now he’d run roughly 100 miles before finally falling asleep into a nightmare.

“A nightmare… Only a nightmare…” Rallan whispered to himself, wiping his tears away and standing up.

Rallan surveyed his new environment. He hadn’t been able to see much of it last night, since it was fairly dark when he arrived. However, the bright daylight now showed a dense forest, this one different from his old home. He sniffed around and found no trace of any other animal.

“Hmm, that’s odd… Oh well…” Rallan said with a shrug. He sighed and lowered his ears, beginning to carry on walking.

“Welcome to your new life Rallan…” he muttered sadly to himself, “Enjoy the misery while you’re still alive…”

Though Rallan was in fine health, he felt horrible. He’d lost everything in one night after gaining so much. He felt like nothing was worth trying anymore. Outside, Rallan seemed just miserable, but inside of him, it was much worse than a slight case of misery. Inside of him, all happiness was dead.

Rallan’s head was held low as he slowly trudged through the forest. He was parched from all of his running and was in dire need of a water source. As if my magic, the sound of a flowing river was heard nearby. Rallan walked along until he saw a small river flowing through the woods. Bending his head down, Rallan took a long drink, the cool liquid flowing down his throat and quenching his thirst. Revitalized, Rallan sighed softly, feeling a little better.

I wonder where this river goes to… Rallan thought to himself and decided to follow it. After several minutes of walking along the bank, Rallan found himself staring out at a medium-sized lake. He stared out at its shimmering surface for a moment, impressed by its majestic qualities. A few seconds passed before he snapped out of it and walked up to its edge, feeling the cold water lap against his paws. Rallan closed his eyes, the tranquil forest seeming almost empty.

Behind him, Rallan heard a twig snap. His ears perked up and twisted backwards as they caught the sound, Rallan’s eyelids shooting open. He gasped and spun around, but no one was there and no scent was found. Then again, the wind’s blowing in the wrong direction for me to smell anyone over there… he thought, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the trees for any trace of anyone.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Rallan called out, hoping for a response. Nothing.

“Show yourself! Who’s there?” Still nothing.

Rallan scanned the forest’s edge one last time before deciding that he was probably just hearing things. He shrugged and looked down along the beach of the lake. Slowly, Rallan began to trot across the gravelly sand, intent on finding a new place he could call his permanent home.

            Three wolves sat at the edge of the lake, drinking out of its clear waters. Two were male, the other was a female. The moment they all finished, the two males turned on the female, growling lowly at her. She just stared at them in an uncaring manner, her eyes half-closed with boredom at their attempt to scare her.

“How the hell do you lose someone when you’re tracking them?” the pitch-black male asked angrily.

“Easily. You wanna try following someone for days and then just lose sight of them?” the girl asked, licking her paws.

“You turned your back for all of one second and she was gone?!?!” the brown male asked, advancing on the gray and brown female.

“For your information, she was on to me all along. When she got the right moment, the coward turned tail and ran away…”

“That wasn’t my question, Serenity…” the brown male said flatly.

“I don’t care what your question was, SwiftDeath.” Serenity snapped back at the brown wolf.

“Enough you two!” the black male said loud enough for them to hear him over their arguing, “Your bickering is going to drive away every other wolf in this forest! It’s also going to drive me crazy!”

“Sorry NightPelt…” Serenity said, lowering her ears slightly.

“Forget about it… Now we need to find another wolf we can attempt to kill,” NightPelt said, looking at SwiftDeath and Serenity, “We should try to shoot for a male because then Serenity can get close to him and get his guard down.”

“Why do we kill wolves? Just for the pleasure?” Serenity asked, unsure of why they did this.

“Yes. Also because I hate other wolves…” NightPelt answered, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Why’s that buddy? All because your former mate-”

“I’d shut up if I were you, SwiftDeath or else you may regret ever opening your mouth in the first place…” Night Pelt said angrily, growling lowly at SwiftDeath.

“Why? Are you gonna make me regret it?”

“You’re crossing the line…”

“What line? With you, there’s no line at all!”

“That’s it! You’re gonna-”

“Boys, shut up! There’s someone coming!” Serenity said urgently and glanced up the river that flowed into the lake.

The three wolves quickly ran into the edge of the forest and hid behind some trees. The wind blew in their favor today and hid their scents from anyone standing at the lake. Suddenly, a gray and white coated male walked into view, a lost and depressed look on his face. NightPelt and SwiftDeath exchanged curious glances and continued watching the newcomer.

Serenity was intrigued by this male. She’d flirted around with many different kinds in her life, but this one seemed incredibly stressed by something. Slowly, she leaned out for a better look and NightPelt gave her a sharp glare. Serenity quickly stumbled backwards and stepped on a twig, a sudden snap clearly heard through the still surrounding. NightPelt gave Serenity an angry glare as the wolf spun around.

“Hello? Is someone there?” the wolf called out, unaware of their presence. For once, NightPelt was glad the wind was blowing in their faces; he’d be unable to smell them.

“Show yourself! Who’s there?” the wolf demanded again. Still no answer came forth.

NightPelt, SwiftDeath, and Serenity watched as the wolf walked off. Slowly and silently, they slinked along, following the new wolf. A grin came across NightPelt’s face as their observations continued.

“Him… He’s our next target… He’s the one we’re gonna get…” he whispered to his comrades, “Let’s keep watching him for the rest of the day and