There was utter betrayl swimming through my brother's identical, red eyes. Our comrades blood dripped from my maw as I stared at him, pleading for him to side with me. A growl rippled from his chest and I knew where he had sided. He lunged at me and I dodged, his jaws snapping in an attempt to latch onto me, but I did not return the action. "Brother, I will not fight you," I again hopelessly pleaded, but my words were blocked by his rage. He snarled, "You killed them, our family. They took us in and you killed them!" By now, some of the other members of our pack were starting to show up and I knew I was running out of time. "I am sorry Vikenti. Sorry that you cannot see through the lies they have fed us since we were pups," I growled and backed away from his form. I had to leave or they'd kill me for treason. I turned and started away, my brother didn't follow. I stopped and looked back once. "No matter what, you will always be my brother," I took off at a full run as I heard the outraged cries of the other wolves finding the bodies. As I ran I heard my brother screaming,"traitor!" I didn't look back, I knew they were chasing me but I couldn't handle looking at my brother one last time.

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I loathed whenever the memories of my past came back and haunted me. The thought of my brother, who was so blind to the truth and lies our pack had fed us, pissed me off. I loved him, he was the only family I had left, but I couldn't stay with him. We had been betrayed by the only ones we had ever trusted, and he still continued to side with them. I couldn't stand what they'd done to me, what they'd done to him; so I ran and never looked back. I knew Vikenti was still back there, committing the atrocities I used to take apart of. I also knew he was waiting for me, with a hatred I wouldn't ever be able to sate until my death. I felt like a coward for running, but I would neither give him the pleasure of killing me, nor end his life.

I wasn't much for the solitary lifestyle. I'd grown up surrounded by others, even before I was abducted. I felt empty without being given orders, or others to lean on. For the first time I was making a free decision, not one i'd been brain washed into doing by the ones I thought I could trust. It was a weird feeling. Everything was weird since i'd gotten to Moladion. I'd never known anything but the way of life my pack had taught me. But things were so different here. I got to pick where I wanted to spend my days, unless the alpha denied me acceptance. After much deliberation, i'd decided to try my fate with Glorall.

I had been told many different ways to get to the pack lands; I had chosen to follow the river to the border line. I was careful in scenting my way along, because the last thing I needed was to be attacked for accidentally going over the boundary. I already knew I couldn't afford to add to their list of reasons to hate me, given it would start with my bad attitude. Not that I could help it, i'd picked it up from the wolves of my old pack. Hell, it wasn't my fault if they got all pissy over it, i'd just go somewhere else where they could handle it.

When my nose landed on the border, I stopped dead in my tracks, careful to not place a hair over the line. From here on I had no idea what to do. I'd never had to join a pack before, I didn't know how it worked. I'd heard of some wolves howling for attention from the alpha, but that, in my opinion, seemed ridiculous and needy. I also didn't have the patience to sit and wait to see if one of the wolves stumbled upon me. I grumbled and slowly started following along the border, hoping to run into a patrolling wolf. If I didn't keep myself busy i'd get impatient, and impatience led to a nasty temper from me.