Alana, had been, as usual, by the beach. It was where she could be found every day. News of Silvertongue’s death had saddened her. He had seemed quite the capable leader and she’d had hope that they might actually stop switching leaders every few seasons. Then she had heard of Rhoedas receiving a challenge. She had been expecting to hear from someone any day now, finally claiming the pack. Perhaps this time it would stick. She was growing quite cynical about Glorall’s chances, though, and sincerely doubted any alpha would stay for long. She had been here just over a year now and already had seen four different wolves claim the spot of Alpha.


Sure enough, a howl ran out through the lands, and it was not one she recognized. Briefly, she felt fear in her heart. Rhoedias must have lost the battle. What was to become of Noel then? He was Rhoe’s ward. Surely the new alpha would not be so much of a brute to injure a young pup. Swiftly, Alana rose to her feet and approached the area that the call had come from. She was late and a number of wolves were already there. She did not recognize any of them. They must all either be pups that she had not seen out of their dens or new members that have followed this new alpha.


d’Mani wasn’t here and that worried Alana. The female had been her first friend in the pack after Leviathan left. In truth, it was only she and Rhoedias that Alana had even really spoken to. Her pace had slowed as she approached the group, feeling disconcerted at not recognizing many of them. She glanced almost timidly up at the alpha, not having any idea who he was or how domineering he would be. She nodded to him respectfully, then sat down near Enigma and her pups, feeling more comfortable around them as she at least recognized them from other times in the past that the pack had been called together.


“I am Alana, sir.”


It never hurt to be too polite.



“speaks like this”

Alana
. female . six years . 29 inches 85 pounds . no mate . no life . Glorall .