{ Angels are Bright Still } -followers-

�My Kane, I worry...what if they do not come?�

I sat atop the small fallen tree I had claimed for my seat atop the ridge, violet eyes all flecked with green peering up to look to my mate with his own eyes of sun and sky and pelt of coal and midnight. We had found for ourselves a place within the distance, a place we could make for our own and yet Father said no Queen is a Queen if she does not have those who will follow. There had been many with us since the night the sky had fallen. I had slept beside them, shared meals with them and so many had lingered with Father. Never had I doubted myself, it was not for an Angel to doubt, but I could not be so sure. What if they did not desire my lead? Perhaps they did not think me so great as Heyel, perhaps I was not for I have not truly found what it is that makes one great, not yet. I had grown beside so many of those who had survived, I had learned from them and I had lost with them when the fires came. They were my friends, my family, my once-Pack and I hoped only that they would come now that I called, now that I could see within the distance a place of ridges and plateaus that I could lift up once more. They had all been pack once before, would they come again? Would the answer the call of the Young Angel?

My Mother had been Queen, many still called my Father, King. For as long as I can recall it had been my desire, my wish, to be chosen by my sire to walk behind him, to be greater then he though indeed the shadow he casts is far and long. I wish to honour my Mother and my Brothers, my friends and my family. An Angel does not forget and though young I had been when the sky fell I still remembered the scent of Trenus, the touch of sun and the way the heavens had danced so pretty above when the sky was dark and the stars were bright. I remembered my Christian and Amorak, I remembered Laila and Belinda and Brooke and Moth. I still thought of Valkyire and Arkell, or Areith and Zack and so many children my eyes could not grow wide enough to see them all. I remembered. When the sky fellow eighty-two wolves called Trenus home, it was great, the greatest of all and finally it is my turn to be as I was destined, to lead in my Father and Mother�s place though Heyel had said never would he leave me, always he would guide me and such a thought makes me smile. Father would not doubt they would come, so I would not. They would come because I called, because I ask this of them, because it is time to see if any others remember the world as it was and are ready for Angels to lead once more.

I leant into my Kane, snow and coal together as dappled light lit my pelt to a fine glow and the Angel Mark of my spine burned so hot as i raised my delicate head once more to the sky, muzzle parting to release the call no longer of a child, of a girl who had played in the dust and shade of cliffs long gone- but a women and a Queen. I called for those who would come and i waited with the same assurance in my gaze that I violet-eyed male had held so many years ago when he strode onto a plateau and called it his own....

5 Years || Heyel X Zeivah || Mate of Kane || Soul of Finley

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