This was not a day I could revel in alone. My success at having taken Purge captive was something that I wished to share with a wolf that I knew shared in the grief and frustrations the pirate marked bitch had laid upon the lands of Moladion. It was not Spirane alone she had plagued. She was a blight upon the land, and one I fully intended to put in her place on this day. For her to even try to label herself as an Alpha, former or otherwise, was laughable. She had dragged my mother from her throne; though Moonglow had left her fair share of tattoos upon Purge’s hide. Never would my mother be forgotten. Purge would fade from Moladion, and when my children’s children heard her name, they would not know her. Only Usurper would be used to identify her in the tales of my mother’s tragic death. And the manly bitch that walked beside her would be known only as the one whose scrap of an ear I took as a prize in my first victory, the day the mountain was reclaimed by the blood that had was the only true rulers of such heights. The Usurper was the first to ever break the long standing history of Boneclaw’s descendants ruling the mountain. I had been too young, though, to take the challenge in my mother’s place, or the results would have been entirely different. I have little doubt of that. My mother had been aged, only a year away from passing on the throne. But the histories were already written, and they could not be changed. Only the future could be changed. And I would let Moladion suffer Purge’s insolence no longer.

My strides brought me down familiar paths until I fell into step with Kane and Isola as they entered Spirane. Together, we, this incredible force of three, moved towards the place where Purge and Skully waited for us. I did not so much as look at them, instead greeting my companions in turn. "Kane, Isola," I said, touching my nose to Isola’s maw as she reached to embrace me in the custom of the City of Angels. I turned then to Kane and touched my nose to his shoulder. It was then, and only then, that I turned to face the two stains marking my border. Though I was disgusted with the mere presence of them both, my façade remained stoic, silent, unmoving. Was Purge so foolish that she thought sitting beyond the markings of my land would protect her? She was my prisoner, and toeing the borders would not help her any more than Skully’s presence.

I remained silent as Isola spoke, allowing her the chance to speak first. While I had lost so much more because of the fool wolf with half a tail, she had perhaps offended Isola on an even greater scale. There was not a wolf among Spirane or Diveen that could understand her constant return to the plateau, meeting defeat time and again. And so I let Isola speak. My eyes did not move from the marred female. In the edges of my vision I can see the one whom I defeated resting in the shadows. I know that Kane will prevent her from intervening in the business Isola and I needed to deal with. Perhaps I should have listened to Pan’s guidance, and had her whisked away to some other pack. I will be certain to listen more carefully to his plans in the future. It is on the heels of Isola’s words that I speak, leaving not but a breath of silence between. She will not speak until it is that the Queen’s to stand before her allow it. If ever again.

”I am Daenerys Mountainborn, Queen of Spirane and Protector of the Realm. I am of the old blood of Solevion. This land was never yours; despite the tiniest remnants of your stench that still desperately cling to the foulest pieces of dirt in the darkest corners of my kingdom. Fear not, I will hunt them down and extinguish it for good. Intentional or not, you murdered my mother. She met her demise defending what was hers by birthright and mine thereafter. You will never have the power you seek, not in the mountains and certainly not upon the plateaus of Diveen. You were no true alpha. You have not and never will be the thing that Alphas are made of.” Though it was not my normal way of speaking, I echoed Isola’s words, for there were none truer. ”You is being done.”

My eyes remained steadfast upon her, staring her down with the strength that only a trueborn alpha’s gaze could hold. If she did not bow down to us on this day and admit her defeat, she would learn what it meant to meet her fate. If she dared speak against us, I would rip out her tongue as my mother had ripped off her tail. Perhaps Isola was naturally of a more benevolent nature, but I was prepared to take my pound of flesh from Purge’s hide for the injustices she had wrought upon Moladion.