He is always in front. The protector, the defender and the most trusted. Every time a new flower grows, he has to protect more, as expected by his clan. He shows no fear and no pain. Even if the odds are against him.
This changes when the his heart tells him to stop. Enough fighting, who is it that your fighting for? He can keep convincing himself that it was for his pack, but the heavens have ben seeing him the whole time. They can see hundred’s of eyes, as red as blood moon, looking at him. They want more. The one they chose as their protector, the one who they threw out into the middle of a battle against the vultures, the one to make the kill. They want more protection, yet they want a battle with more blood.
He keeps going. Ten years, twenty years… But his heart is pulling on the reins. Telling him to stop running, to stop going deeper into the darkness. But he doesn’t know how. As if he stops, a flower will be chosen to transform into the next killer on the run. To protect the pack by giving everything he has against the vultures. He would lose himself in the battle, with no way out of the battlefield. He did not want it to present to fall back into the past.
He did not want him to become the Alpha.