The Werewolf's

38. A good leader

"quick run! and do not leave a trace" said Rangga.

"b-but dad..."

"nothing but, quickly save yourself" snapped Rangga.

"drap .. drap" Alara runs off her fast.

"wait-wait! why should I run?" alara Gumam.

Without thinking long the girl ran back to the bamboo forest, if her mother used to die to protect her then this time she had to avenge her mother's death.

Arriving there Alara saw all werewolves there in the form of wolves, werewolves who were split into 2 camps since hundreds of years ago, they always kill each other for the sake of their respective races.

But the difference is that the senseless wolf race kills blindly and attacks without reason, while the white wolf tends to kill to protect itself.

It seems that the state of the white wolf is very desperate, before this big fight occurred the wolves have no sense in first eroding the white wolf, they kill every wolf that comes out of the bamboo forest.

After losing almost 10% of the members, the white wolf race retaliated, all this time they were always silent when their neighbors were killed but if kept silent then the white wolf race could be exhausted.

"grrr"

"aauuuu"

The sounds of growling and longing continued to be heard all the time, the power of the senseless wolf was indeed above that of the white wolf, but the white wolf still had a sound sense so they could think of a strategy.

The state of the bamboo forest was really like a battlefield, a lot of blood and corpses were scattered just that the blood and corpses belonged to werewolves.

"where is dad?"

"where are grandfather and uncle?" alara Gumam.

Alara continued to attack the senseless wolves that were in front of her, her white fur was already red because it was full of blood, she bit the shreds as well as pounced on all the opponents that were there.

His eyes were aghast at the sight of a baby caught between fights, the baby was indeed a baby wolf but still he was a baby who did not know anything.

Alara ran towards the crying baby, not until her hands on the baby, the claws of the wolf were not intelligent first to tear the baby, and the baby wolf died instantly.

"biad! no man is not a wolf they're all the same, why they obliterated the baby" inwardly.

"graaaa" Alara pounces on the wolf that just ripped the baby.

"drap .. drap" was fast when he saw a wolf whose leg had been severely injured.

One of his eyes was injured and his body was filled with blood, his breathing was extremely weak and his body was completely helpless.

"grandpa!" alara.

"hhhhhh" his breath was puffing.

Alara's eyes carefully looked around, she was looking for her father and uncle who were completely invisible, and somehow since when her heartbeat had been racing so fast, his breath was also increasingly hunting signaled anxiety began to dominate him.

"nails"

"grandfather"

"in an-tara mere-ka there is s-atu bera-kal, ha-t heart..."

"grandfather! grandpa!"

"huuu grandfather" she cried.

"grandfather said there's some sense? but which one? where can I find him?" inner panic.

There is no time for Alara to mourn the death of her grandfather, the girl continues to fight for the survival of her race, she continues to be waswildered considering the words of her grandfather.

"city .. craas"

"grrrr" growled Alara.

"craas .. craas" his nails kept tearing his opponent apart.

"don't let me bleed" he murmured.

Countless werewolves have died, both the senseless wolf and the white wolf have both lost many members.

Hundreds of wolf carcasses were strewn across the bamboo forest, a horrifying sight unimaginable before, despite being hostile for hundreds of years but this was the first time the two camps had fought on such a large scale.

In the darkness of the night Alara sat pensively alone, her father and the rest of the group were busy collecting the carcass of the white wolf and getting rid of the senseless wolf.

The girl bowed trembling, still vividly recalling the words of the sensible werewolf earlier, with her fiery red eyes the wolf said the thing that made the girl in shock.

* * *

some time before.

"bruck"

"grrrr" growled Alara.

"are you that special white guy? ahhh your green eyes are so blinding" he said.

"are you behind this attack?" alara said.

"ha haa what attack? aren't we all fighting?" taunted.

"hide you! you must have killed my grandfather, too, right?"

"your grandfather? chh I killed too many, I don't know which one your grandfather is" he mocked again.

"grrr .. jraaas"

"auuuuuuuu" longlong Alara.

"gr .. You know? all because of you . 'cause you ha haa"

Since then all the fear, guilt, and regret wrestled together in his heart, if true what Alara heard then the terrible scenery around him caused by him.

The shadow when a baby wolf died without knowing what harm came back to haunt him, his little body trembled even more as the guilt exploded within him.

A grandfather who had only met several times also died because of it, plus his uncle Raka lost one eye and his hand.

" h hh hh hyks hyks" she cried a sigh.

Until finally the girl fell asleep and drowned in guilt.

The next morning the smell of a burnt meat charred gulp in her nose, as the girl opened her eyes to see flames from a distance.

"are you awake?" ask Raka.

"uncle" said Alara Lirih when he saw the condition of his uncle.

"satisfied with crying?" ask Raka.

"who is crying?" said embarrassed.

"your eyes are swollen" answered Raka honestly.

"ishh this uncle, where's dad?"

"ahh the boy is cleaning up the mess inside"

"that kid? isn't that your brother's father?" alra was astonished.

"why indeed? anyway he doesn't consider me a sister" he said.

"oo mean you're not my uncle, huh?"

"hhh where can"

After a while talking the two entered the bamboo forest, there were a lot of wounded werewolves, many mothers who cried because of the loss of their children.

"DEGS"

"it's my fault" the girl's inner.

"where is Grandpa buried?"

"there" point Raka.

Alara immediately approached the wet mound, looks very much new cemetery there, his heart again slashed when he saw it.

Almost 70% of the white wolf race were killed, 20% were seriously injured and only 10% were healthy, deep sorrow enveloped the hearts of all the wolves there.

Rangga looks busy pacing back and forth to help the wounded wolf, Raka also helps just because he himself is seriously injured.

After almost a month of improved bamboo forest conditions, Alara strengthened the magical fence in the bamboo forest with her special ability, she hoped the rest of her family would no longer be attacked by the senseless wolves.

"i have to see Grandpa Arung" said Alara.

"emm what now?" ask Rangga.

"hmm, I've left her long enough" Alara said.

"are you going to the fund yourself? need daddy to accompany?"

"no! now the leader's father is here, where can you go at will, be a responsible leader" said Alara.

"alright" . "but you must not leave a trace, hide your aromaband your aura is good" he advised.

"yes I know" he said.

"when did you leave?"

"tomorrow I have to pick up Duwan first"

"are you going with that young man?" ask Rangga.

"yes, Kai is also with him, I'm his master where I might leave the tiger" said Alara.

"yes well"

When morning arrived Alara said goodbye to his father and uncle, although guilt still haunts him but he also can not do anything, right now he was only planning to venture out to find and destroy the pack of senseless wolves like his father used to.

"you also have to come here occasionally" said Raka.

"yes uncle"

"be careful on the road, say thank you to Grandpa Arung" added Rangga.

"yes, dad"

"hm"

"i know I'm not a good princess, I also know that I may not have the right to talk about this, but.."

"let's say it" cut Rangga.

"so far I still feel you're not a good father, but I hope you can be a good leader" Alara said.

"yes, I promise" said Rangga.

"good, I'm gone" Alarala said, running straight away.

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