I could smell her, my bitch of a sister was near. My mouth watered at the thought of how her blood would taste, pooling into my mouth as I ripped into her throat. Her death was long over due, but maybe the wait would make it even more enjoyable. She was so slippery, evading my grasp at each turn. She had ran, and with her lithe frame, her speed made it impossible to catch up. But she was always so very foolish, my baby sister. She'd cornered herself in a place of false security. Moladion could not save her, nobody could. It was written in our stars that we'd meet again, and that she would die at my fangs like the rest of our family.

Her scent was mingled with many others, in a place of strange stones and waterfalls. This was unusual behavior for her, she was always the shy pup. She didn't socialize much with others, preferring to be by herself. Maybe she was trying to throw me off, try to make me think my nose was false in its discovery. But unfortunately for her, I had the brains of the family. And along with the sheer size difference between us, me being both the David and the Goliath, she was no match for me. Which is why I should have been the future king of our pack, but my idiotic parents fucking passed the title on to out dear older sister; a choice they paid for with their lives. Maybe in Hell they'd see why they should have chosen me all along.

There was no point in hiding my scent or trying to sneak up upon her. No, I walked straight into the middle of the little orgy she was attending. She'd run of course, but there was no where she could go anymore. Time ticked on, edging closer to my destined day of glory. I trotted in, a malicious grin pulling across my lips as my silver eyes landed on my sister's silver eyes. " Hello dear baby sister, so nice that I finally found you. You see, our family is worried sick about you, and they want to see you again," my words appeared sweet, but it was all a lie. My sister would hear the venom in my voice, what I really meant. My lips lifted, revealing sharp canines that would send fear into her heart.

It did just that, her silver eyes widened like the moon. Her ears were flat and her tail tucked in such a pitiful way. I watched as she shook her head in disbelief, her breath hitched in her throat. Then, as I had expected, she turned and ran. Like a flash of lightning she was gone, but not lost. I had scented the pack on her fur, I knew where she was staying at. "Oh Denali, there is nowhere you can run that I will not find you," I hummed, turning to look at the group of onlookers. "My apologizes, family affairs can be so tedious," I said with a false smile, emphasizing tedious.

A lie is a lie, with crossed hearts and hopes to die....