InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Pack ❯ Prolouge ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Europe 1300's



A pack of werewolves flee far into the east to escape the mayham of there home land. The forest of their clan burns brightly in the night as they pass the first border. Howls rise in sadness, crying out for the loss. A sharp snarl silences them all and they continue on, pressing to the island not far off the shore of china. Thoughts of the rumors of powerful demons had reached their ears sending them as fast as their feet, or paws, could carry them. In a single night they crossed the continent and waited on the shore line until a boat could be aquired. The next night, they were in Japan, digging out a new life amongst the demons that were not so different from themselves.



Japan early warring states era



The treaty formed between the demon slayers and the western demons was a strained one. The 'wolves wouldn't eat the people of the village, in return the demon slayers would not would not kill any of their pack. Living next to eachother railed against instincts and try as they might, the treaty could not hold forever.


A young Sango rolled in the flower and weed ridden field. Butterflies gently floated just above the grass line, the sunlight illuminating the colors on their wings. Sango laughed and plucked a flower and sniffed it. She stood and pulled another flower from its post and wove the two together. A dark cloud rode over the small field. Sango's gaze rolled up to the ominous looking thing. She brushed off her kimono and straightend. It was time to go home. The weather was turning. The very distant rumbled of thunder could be heard. She turned back to the slayer village. A yip drew her attention back to the forest behind her. A lone wolf stood in the shadows of the clouds and trees. Sango knew of the wolves that lived by the village. She had been told stories of the treaty that had been made when the wolves first appeared in their land.

She also knew that you could never trust a wolf. Especially a lone one.

The creature stalked foreward gracefully, head low, and ears forward. The long grass seemed to part before it and it moved silently to her. It had fierce glowing gold eyes that watched her frozen form. Finally regaining the ability to moved she slowly started to back away. It would do no good to run. She would never make it to the village. Still she backed away. The 'wolf matched her step for step. The muscles in its haunches quivered and it spung. A shrill scream exploded from her throat. The beast hesitated and cringed away. Sango ran out of breath but she could hear the slayers calling. They were going to save her. She turned to run. The 'wolf fell on her then. Its weight knocked her off her feet. Teeth sunk deeply into her thigh and ravaged her leg.

Her body tried to curl around on itself and she whimpered. Another slayer landed a heavy blow on the wolf's skull. It let loose and fled back into the forest. "I thought that treaty was still in effect." One of the men hissed. "It was supposed to be." Another whispered. The voice of her father was loud and commanding. "We shall fall on them like devine angels; they shall all die for this." The rest shouted in agreement. The men marched into the forest and left the women to tend to Sango.