I follow my father to this strange land far away from our home of Diveen. Supposidly some crazy wolf by the name of Tobias came out here and tried to eat someone. Why anyone would want to eat another wolf was beyond me, but as I grew older and continued to be annoyed by various others in the world I guessed I could at least sympathize with wishing to rid it of some. My form has grown well and more lean over my near year of training to be an assassin with my father, my form is small and lithe, but lean thanks to training I had been doing. I was deadly in more regards than I think my father knew and much more so than any of these companions of ours. For one I had my Orion, my secret weapon that I don’t think anyone other than my secret keeper is aware of, secondly my mother taught me of poisons meaning I could kill someone without ever even seeing them. That’s what I was going to do right? Kill others? I was fine with ridding the world of the disgusting things that ran across it, including this Tobias.

My father speaks to Uncle Devil and I am content to follow in silence all the while moving behind him my ears swiveling to show I am paying attention but nothing more. Sometimes I smirked at my father’s words but most the time I just kept focused, my first mission as an assassin was at hand and I wasn’t about to ruin it by acting like some uncivilized child. I had to admit though, bushy and dirty as it was the forest was beautiful around here, I just didn’t like that I couldn’t see the sky beneath all these trees, even without their leaves.

My head snaps in my father’s direction as he addresses Malina, the Dark Angel of Diveen. I couldn’t say I liked her or disliked her much, to be honest I never laid an eye on her in my entire life. My gaze sits on her for a moment before again letting my mind wander to other things. Orion, I had to tell him I was coming here. I told him not to follow us, sure one of these wolves would detect him and potentially harm him, I knew my daddy would never let anyone hurt me, I just hoped he trusted me with that as well. Again I am jerked from my thoughts my father this time addressing me. I lost focus, my gaze looks behind me only to see a trail of steps behind me and I look between Devil and Malina.

Seriously how the hell is someone so big but so quiet? I adjust my footing accordingly swaying my form and letting my muscles contort so that as I watch my paw steps fade away as the adults that surround me. Pleased with this I continue following behind. I wish my father wouldn’t say I was blackened pelted.. I knew I was I was reminded constantly by the nearly pure white forms of my elder siblings and still I swear even as I near my third year of life I can feel their accusing eyes on me. Or maybe I am just paranoid? Either way I am far to used to it to even care about what a single one of Zeivah’s pups thought of me. All but Isola perhaps.

I slow as my father does, but then I hear some loud thunking and crashing about and see some giant male I never laid eyes on before running towards us. He was no assassin… Who invited him? I look away rolling my eyes, I thought this was supposed to be a /covert/ mission. For a reason. Wasn’t like Tobias was going to throw himself at this large group to begin with and now it was even bigger. Ugh. Whatever. I am sure he thought he was doing something right. But he was wrong.

Father instructs me to go with Malina, I am loathed to leave him, if not for the promise of staying safe to Orion, but I can hardly say now. I turn my form my blackend head lowered sniffing the ground in a vain attempt to really stir up the scent. I smell the thick scent of blood to be sure. Another wolfess arrives calling herself the War Shield, a silly name, but she is beta I guess. She speaks and it wasn’t like we already haven’t figured it out. I try to hold in an exasperated sigh eager to get to work but it seemed we must get all these stupid interruptions.

Suddenly it seems dear little Malina had a change of heart. The Zeivah loving woman tells me to come and she might tell me secrets, what secrets? I hardly care. I have secrets that would make the heads spin of wolves in Diveen, like I don’t know, Saintly not being dead? I think that one would send them all for a rush. I snicker inwardly my brother feeling bad for my current position of constantly having to deal with all these wolves placing blame for my existence. Really it would have been easier if I just would have died with my brother, but then I never would have found Orion, the only one to seemingly just mark me off as some child that should have never been conceived.

“I can take care of myself don’t you worry your pretty little head over me.” I scoff pressing onward and away from my father’s prying ears, ”And I don’t need you to teach me, I got my father for that. And I am sure you know what training under him was like.” I say rolling my eyes, if she can remember. So far these wolves seem to have dirt for brains. I can tell for some reason she hates me. Great another one who hates me cause I wasn’t popped out of perfect Zeivah’s womb.

”Splitting up and making us easier targets? That sounds like a really good idea.” I saw my voice dripping with sarcasm. ”If you want me to leave just say it, I get enough shit from my half siblings as is. Why is it that you feel the need to shove me off as nothing as well?” I hardly expect an answer but to be honest I am tired of taking their silent hatred. Let me at least get it out of the one wolf that isn’t my family.