The visually stunning man lay asleep on his cot along with his fellow soldiers on what was to be his last night here in Afghanistan, his tour of duty was up and he and some of the others from his unit were scheduled for discharge after four endless and soul altering years serving in the deserts of Iraq and The mountains of Afghanistan.

Sleep never came easy for any of the soldiers in camp, it mostly consisted of sleeping with one eye and one ear open, lest the enemy sneak up and attack without warning. Tonight though Brady Fuller dropped into the depths of a sleep so deep he could have just as well been dead. Someone called to him, Brady...Brady Fuller you will arise and join me there is much we need to discuss and much you need to learn.

Brady arose finding himself deep in a vast forest of towering trees and moss covered ground, it was still night time but this wasn't Afghanistan any longer...

What the hell, he thought, how, where the hell am I...This looks like the forests at home.

"Brady, you are in the forests of home" a disembodied voice called to him.

Am I dead he wondered, that must be it we were attacked and killed during the night and my spirit has returned home one last time?

"Brady you are not dead my son, sit and listen and learn" this time the spirit wolf emerged through the trees and came to stand before the man.

"Holy Shit" he whispered under his breath

"You are Brady Fuller son of Thomas Fuller and Mary Littlesea...you are my direct descendant through the Littlesea line...your time is fast approaching for you to take your rightful place amongst our tribe... you will be the way of a better life for them all."

"Our time together this night is short save your questions and listen, with your mind and heart open to all you are about to hear."

The Great Spirit wolf talked endlessly to Brady about the spirit warriors of La Push and how He would take his place among and yet be above them all as there true leader, the strongest Alpha to ever shift since the beginning, as such he was to keep himself pure until he found his chosen mate, he would be the only one to choose who he would spend the rest of his days with. It will be a joining rare and beautiful in taking each soul and each heart and making them into one heart and soul shared between two bodies.

He told Brady of the legends of the tribe and what was truth and what had been changed over the retelling after so many lifetimes, it was explained to him that the only thing that he need remember now was to keep himself pure for his chosen one.

Brady asked how as a virile man he was supposed to abstain indefinitely and how would he know who his chosen was if they met.

"Simple my son, You will no longer feel the urges of other men until you meet your chosen…you will know her by the reactions of your body."

"So what you are telling me is that my dick isn't going to work until this mystery woman comes along?"

"That is exactly what I am telling you, you catch on quickly"

"Well ain't that some fuckin shit"

"Don't be distressed over it too much, you can't miss what you can no longer feel. it's purpose is to keep you safe from the women of the tribe who will seek to be a part of the greatest legend come to pass"

"Just what legend is that?"

"You are my son...The Golden Wolf"

"How will I know that this has not been some wild ass dream?"

"You will bear my mark above your heart as will your chosen one"

"How will I remember all of this?"

"You will have spirit guides to lead you and answer your questions as they arise, do not fear to have counsel with them, You will know what you need to know when you need to know it". Brady stared at the Great Spirit not knowing what to say, his mind swirling like a mini tornado was roaming through it. "Sleep now my son, you have a long journey ahead of you"

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Brady arose from his sleep feeling like he had marched across the Iraqi desert at high noon, exhausted and covered in sweat. He headed for the showers and took off for the mess tent afterwards, their transport was scheduled for departure in less than two hours and he would finally be on his way back home. Back to his land and his people, the same land and people he left behind when his parents were killed in an auto accident with a logging truck out of control on rain slicked roads. He still owned his parents' home but was sure it would have fallen into disrepair at this point, he would just have to wait and see.

No one knew he would be returning after so long, they knew he left to join the military, no one tried to stop him, his friends knew it was useless, he needed to find a way to let out his frustration and heartache, the military would be a good way of steering his mind away from his pain.

It was finally time to head home.