The Wolf Pack Three pairs of boots crunched on the ruins of a once-beautiful skyscraper that, according to Ikora Rey, was known as the Empire State Building. The boots belonged to the FireTeam called The Wolves of the Traveler. Their leader, an Awoken Hunter by the name of Atreyus Anarathor, held up a clenched fist, indicating them to stop. They were deep in Fallen territory and thousands of miles from the Tower. Few Guardians dared to go out into the Old World, terrified of the mysterious dangers that now occupied them. But they were pursuing a bounty now straight from the Vanguard. Almost one year ago, a very high-ranking Titan named Auron Leth went awol. The man had been a legend and a hero in several very important battles. But he assaulted several inhabitants of the Tower and then vanished. He was then considered an exile and prohibited from ever coming back to the Tower. Several months later, he resurfaced in the Cosmodrome and slaughtered seven Guardians, taking their helms as trophies. This outraged the Vanguard, and a bounty was placed on the man's head. For a week, no one dared picking it up. Until the Wolf Pack returned to the Tower. They heard what had happened, heard friends of theirs had been killed, and decided that it was their place to take vengeance and justice into their own hands. One of the Guardians killed had been Atreyus' own fiancé. When he presented the bounty to the FireTeam, Cayde-6 gave him his beloved's tattered cloak. "The blood wouldn't wash out or else I wouldn't present it to you in this way. I'm so sorry." Atreyus just stared at the cloak for a second before dropping his own and putting his lost love's on in its place. The awoken man glared into the floor with his fiery white-blue eyes. He looked up at the Exo man, his eyes still burning with hate. "You don't have to be sorry, Cayde. You're not the one who killed her. But I swear, the man who killed her is going to face my judgement. And I will leave nothing left of him." He then turned, gathered his team, and left. And so here they were. Atreyus looked at his team. The Titan; Gaul Rethen. And The Warlock; his own Sister; Arellanine Anarathor. The two had his back through thick and thin. Which wasn't surprising, seeing as they were family. Gaul was the husband of his sister and Atreyus' most trusted ally. They took the death of his betrothed almost just as personally, instantly agreeing to go with him when asked. "When we find Auron, you cover me. He will probably have some sort of defense surrounding him. Be it members of the House of Exiles or something else. I will personally handle Auron." The other two nodded in agreement. It was only right he took Auron down himself. He suffered more loss from this than anyone else. They continued making their way towards the last-known location of the Titan, guns already in their hands and determination to take their vengeance basically emanating off of them. They entered a clearing that was made of crushed rubble of ancient buildings long-gone and rotted, and found their quarry there with a group of Fallen from the House of Exiles. The Fallen began to chatter nervously as they saw the three Guardians approaching. Auron turned around, laughing. "So, I kill seven Guardians and they send me three to add to that toll." He shook his head. "You know you serve a losing side right, little Guardians? I've realized that darkness is the only way. To survive, we have to give in to it." Atreyus aimed his hand cannon at the man's head. "And your newfound views gave you the right to kill your comrades? It gave you the right to kill Aria? Your own sister?" The other members of the Wolf Pack jumped a bit, obviously startled by that revelation. Auron simply shrugged. "I will do as I please. They were all worthless anyway. But I'm sick of this dance. Let us fight." He blinked out of existence and reappeared, his auto rifle firing off several rounds before blinking again. Atreyus went into his Super, unsheathing his knife and filling it and his body with Arc energy. He too flashed in and out of existence, slicing down Fallen left and right and occasionally clashing with Auron himself. The other two focused mainly on the Fallen, firing at them and seriously thinning their ranks. At this point, the House of Exiles fled. Auron and Atreyus were still locked in their blink battle, each getting good hits in on the other. However, when Auron next blinked, Atreyus tracked his path and adjusted his blade to strike him as he came out of it. And he did. A crack of thunder was heard as the sound barrier was broken and Auron was thrown into the ground hitting it with enough force to create a crater in the already ruined earth. Atreyus' feet hit the floor and he walked over to Auron. Without warning, Auron charged out of the dust and smoke coming off the crater and tackled Atreyus, knocking them both to the ground. Auron punched him in the head again and again, cracking his helmet and pushing pieces of it into his face, cutting him. Atreyus struggled to reach his hand cannon. His vision began to blur more and more with each blow from the Titan. Atreyus finally wrapped his hands around his gun, unholstered it, and put four shots into the man's head. Auron's fist froze above his head and he dropped to the ground, all the life leaving his body. Atreyus couldn't move. His head hurt, but as he went to sit up, he realized he couldn't feel his legs. His spine was broken. His ghost spoke, materializing next to him. "You're badly wounded. I wouldn't dare take you into orbit like this. We'll have to stay here until you're healthy enough to fly." Atreyus reached up to the stars. As he did, the stars seemed to be burned with a green fire and the sky was ripped in half. A sense of fear and despair came over him... And then, everything went black. -------------------------------------------------- ((Chapter 2 is now live! You can find it here! > [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/122741337/0/0]Chapter 2![/url]))