Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



Vincent's words reverberated through Lowell's mind like an echo of the past. The very same phrase had been spoken by someone he had once held in high regard, someone he had admired.

Memories surged within his mind as he recalled the figure he had once revered—the epitome of power in his eyes. It was none other than Fenrir, the Moonlight Overlord, whose name echoed through the corridors of his memory.

"I'll give you one final opportunity: surrender now," a handsome man with intense black eyes and black hair chuckled, his voice laced with amusement and superiority.

Gasping for breath, Lowell found himself sprawled on the ground, his body weakened and battered. He panted heavily, a mix of exhaustion and humiliation flooding his senses. Even in his formidable werewolf form, he was no match for the sheer power and presence of the man who stood before him.

In his quest for revenge against the village that had once bullied him and forced his family to die in starvation, he had embraced his werewolf nature, unleashing chaos and death upon the unsuspecting community.

But now, standing before him, was a figure who effortlessly bested him in combat. Despite his transformation into his werewolf form, this enigmatic man simply slapped him across the face, swiftly incapacitating him.

"GRRRRRR!" Lowell weakly roared, his werewolf pride refusing to accept his resounding defeat. Despite his weakened state, a flicker of defiance burned within him, unwilling to completely surrender to the overwhelming power of his adversary

"You're brave, I'll give you that," the man smiled, acknowledging his defiant spirit. "But you're still too weak to be acting like that." He turned around, intending to leave Lowell alone in his defeated state.

"I won't judge you for your actions, killing all those people, but if you truly desire to grow stronger and challenge me, head to the castle situated in the south." With those enigmatic words, he departed.

As Lowell contemplated the man's words, a realization dawned upon him: there were individuals in this world who possessed greater strength than he could ever imagine. He surveyed the ruins of the village, taking note of the lifeless bodies that once belonged to those who had tormented him.

What purpose did this power serve? In truth, he never harbored a genuine fondness for taking the lives of  people. It was his werewolf transformation that had amplified his long-suppressed anger, leading to a devastating display of violence.

With a resolute determination, Lowell shifted back into his human form, ignoring the pain that resonated through his wounded body. Despite his injuries, he mustered all his strength to pursue the enigmatic man.

There was an inexplicable sense of trust that emanated from the man, compelling Lowell to believe in him. He knew deep within that following this path would lead him to the answers he sought and the opportunity to grow stronger.

This fateful encounter marked the genesis of Lowell's new life, a life intertwined with the enigmatic Fenrir, Alpha of the most formidable werewolf pack in existence. Fenrir commanded respect, even from the vampire elite who begrudgingly acknowledged his strength. Known for his just leadership, he was a beacon of fairness among his pack.

But the tides turned, and unforeseen circumstances twisted their path. Fenrir, driven by mysterious reasons, refused to partake in the human war, leaving Lowell and his other pack members with no choice but to serve another Alpha.

Tragically, this decision proved catastrophic. Suicidal orders from their new leader decimated their kind, pushing them to the brink of extinction. It was amidst this chaos that Fenrir re-emerged, his power intensified, his speed unmatched. Desperately seeking to halt the war, he fought valiantly, hoping to find a peaceful resolution. However, his noble efforts were in vain. In disturbing the delicate balance of the world, he sealed his own fate, ensuring his imminent demise.

The death of Fenrir cast a dark cloud over Lowell and his brethren, leaving them adrift in the aftermath of a war steeped in tragedy. They questioned the choices that led them to this point, grappling with the fragility of their existence and the weight of the sacrifices made.

This was also the time when the werewolves fully distanced themselves from the vampires.

"I give up," Lowell growled, his voice laced with resignation, finally acknowledging his overwhelming defeat. Standing before him, the black werewolf before him exuded an aura of power that he could not hope to match.

While he possessed his fair share of pride, surrendering to a mightier werewolf was not a source of shame. With this acceptance, everyone witnessed Lowell's domain dissipate, and as if by magic, everyone found themselves abruptly teleported back to the abandoned Industrial Area once more.

"AWOOOOOO!" A resounding howl echoed through the air, emanating from the throats of every werewolf present. In that moment, a wave of recognition swept over them, and they collectively acknowledged the emergence of a new Pack Leader.  It was a symbolic howl, signifying the birth of a new era, with Vincent standing at the helm as their formidable leader.

"This feeling, " As the resounding howl filled the air, Vincent was taken aback by the astonishing sight that unfolded before his eyes. He could sense a profound connection, a synchronization of energies between himself and the other werewolves. It was as if an invisible thread linked their souls together, intertwining their fates in a profound way. Vincent's astonishment grew as he realized that he was intricately bound to every individual present, their collective strength flowing through him like a mighty river. 

A remarkable phenomenon also unfolded among the werewolves present. As their energies synchronized with Vincent's, a mental transformation occurred within them. Loyalty and faith surged within their hearts, overpowering any lingering doubts. The flicker of hesitation that some had harbored began to fade, replaced by a growing acceptance of their new leader.

Their eyes began to gleam with an ethereal shade of orange, a symbol of their acknowledgment and submission to Vincent's authority. Even Lowell, along with the other Alpha werewolves, witnessed their eyes undergo this striking change. It was a powerful testament to the unity and unwavering support that Vincent had inspired among his newfound pack.

In this extraordinary moment, the werewolves embraced their destinies, bound together by the thread of loyalty and trust. 

"Does Evangeline know that this would happen?" He couldn't help but be amazed as he witnessed this sight. Evangeline had never mentioned that such an outcome would occur after he conquered the Red Fang. It seemed she had kept this particular aspect a secret, perhaps allowing him to experience the profound joy of witnessing werewolves willingly serving him. 

Another revelation also caught his attention, stirring his curiosity as he sensed he was on the verge of discovering something significant. .

With each werewolf pledging their loyalty, he felt a surge of energy, as if his reserves had been replenished. And then, he saw it—a glimpse of what lay ahead for him: the mastery of a Domain. Though he knew he had much to learn and practice, an instinctual sense guided him towards the path he needed to tread.

In this pivotal moment, he embraced his destiny, surrounded by a pack united under his leadership. The path to unlocking his Domain and his true potential as a ruler beckoned, promising extraordinary power and the realization of his deepest desires. 

"We are here to serve the new supreme leader," Lowell knelt on the ground, accepting his defeat with a mix of humility and a strange sense of contentment. Although he had been vanquished, an inexplicable happiness filled his heart. This feeling echoed the same sense of purpose and devotion he had experienced when he pledged his loyalty to Fenrir.

Witnessing this display of loyalty, all the werewolves followed Lowell's lead, kneeling before Vincent with unwavering devotion. The sight was awe-inspiring, for even the vampires from Evangeline's faction, known for their pride, also humbled themselves and knelt before the newly recognized leader.